I am in a pretty good and secure place now. My family has had a long stint of illness this fall; the girls and Alan have had bronchitis over the last 2 weeks, and I have been well. It’s been tiring to care for everyone but somehow I’ve managed and have met the demands of school and internship without having any major breakdowns. I am beginning to think that I am capable of handling this thing called life, even when it throws in the unexpected.
I am also beginning to see how many people have my back. I have had so much support over the last month, from being cared for when I was sick, to receiving words and gestures of love and support from friends, to my school being super supportive about my absences and letting me make it up, to my internship giving me the space I need to care for myself and my family–and no hard feelings or guilt involved. I think there was an important lesson for me to learn here:
I am taken care of. I matter.
I really, really like my work as a therapist at Park Avenue Center. Now that I am doing individual and couples counseling as an MFT student, and no longer doing the LADC work–I just love it. I know this is what I am called to do, and it makes me feel settled and secure. I feel like I am contributing and no longer a burden to the center. I know how to do a lot of things now. I love working with the clientele at the center I am at. They need this and they appreciate it so much. I don’t even have to be good for them to appreciate it; I just have to be present and listen to them. Which is good, because I am nowhere near being a good therapist–but thankfully I am able to listen and genuinely care, and sometimes that is all they need.
Sometimes I feel self-conscious about this blog and how it’s “all about ME.” It’s kind of self-absorbed. And then again, it’s the place I can sort out all of these things I need to sort out so I can figure out my life and myself. It’s healing and rejuvenating. I do care a lot about other people, not just about myself. I also know that I have to know myself and love myself first in order to be my best self. My blog helps me with that, I guess.
I have been really crabby at home lately. Really anxious and controlling. I think it has to do with feeling out of control in many ways, and that my home is a place I can express some form of control. I want my house neat and clean. It is soothing to me and allows me to focus. I wish my family felt the same. They don’t. I am still the house manager like I’ve always been, only more crabby and demanding. I’ve also felt confused in my marriage and what is ok to expect and what is not. This goes back to my “boundaries” work I’ve been doing for a while. It’s a new layer. I don’t know what is ok to expect, and what belongs to me and what belongs to him.
The Sandplay training I am working on is going well, and I still feel very drawn to continuing and using it in my future as a therapist. I think I want to eventually have a private practice with a specialty in healing childhood trauma through the use of Sandplay and other modalities. That is what gets me excited about my future. I think I am becoming more drawn to working with children.
Alan and I want to buy a piece of land somewhere in WI or MN. Private and secluded, somewhere we can have a family getaway and build an off-grid cabin someday. I think we can actually make it a reality someday soon. It is really, really exciting and I think about it every day. We hope it will be quiet, have some water access, either on the land or close by. We’d like a chunk about 20-40 acres. Maybe we could even live there someday if it would work for our careers. We both love the country. We also want a city close enough, especially one with a co-op so we can get our healthy groceries. The Superior area is looking rather good right now.
Anna is not super happy about Kindergarten anymore. We’re trying to talk about it a lot and help her with coping skills, and it seems to be helping somewhat. We’re encouraging her to make the best of it and remember it is over in 6 months. After that, I think I’d like to home school her for a year. We could all use a respite from the craziness of this year. It sure would be nice.
The other night, Anna wanted to snuggle me in my office chair. I thought about how it was hard to get the space I needed to do the work. But how could I resist? Then I picked her up and snuggled her. She melted into me and I could just feel her love. I felt how wonderful it was to have this being whom I so deeply love, right there close to my heart, loving me right back–while I do my work. What a blessing. I love her so much. She is such a gift.
Having children is such a healing experience. I have been thinking of that since that moment in the office chair. For those of us who did not feel loved as children, or who felt loved only conditionally, having this unconditional love to give and to receive with our own children is such an incredible gift. Yes, it is time-consuming and sometimes stressful to have children, and it opens us up and heals us in the most incredible ways, which makes that work and stress melt away. I am so grateful to be a mother. It’s such a beautiful thing. It’s such a beautiful thing to love and be loved unconditionally.