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Remembering Who’s on Your Side

Remembering Who’s on Your Side

It was a rainy morning with a two-hour school delay, and I woke up feeling cross. The back of my eyeballs were strained, my lips pursed, and a furrow felt forever fixed on my brow.

Watch out.

Not wanting to prepare food, I asked Amelia to pick a breakfast cereal out of the pantry. She said, “You said I could have eggs.” Instead of hearing what she said, I heard “YOU SAID I. I. I. I COULD HAVE EGGS. DAD! WHY CAN’T YOU MAKE EGGS? DAD!”

Yes, I had other things on my mind, and they dramatically changed my perceptions of normal events. I reacted totally irrationally saying, “Stop whining and get some cereal. It is not okay to speak to me that way.” (I’ll willingly call myself “Pot” for that one.)

Amelia cowered a bit and said, “I didn’t say it mean.” To which Robin rang in with a headshake “no”. I felt cornered. Was everyone against me? Instead of apologizing, I stormed out of the room.

Mature right? The way to treat people you love?

I’m not always easy to live with, and I can be moody. This doesn’t negate the hours and days spent even-keeled and working together as a family to make this “thing” work. But, those moments when I push Robin to the brink, have unreasonable expectations for our kids, or just want to hop in the car and take a long drive, they weigh on me.

TFB - or, The Furrowed Brow
Mad, moody Andy!

We’re all searching for balance; a way to love and take care of ourselves as we give as much as we can to our family. And, it seems reasonable, at least songs have told us, that if we love and are honest with ourselves, then people will get our truthful and optimized version. They will get a person who, faults and all, is “on their side”. A person they love.

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I love my family, and I don’t fear them knowing that I can’t always pour the water to the top of the cup, that I need to be alone sometimes, and that I’m working on loving them better as they feed me with their time.

But, that doesn’t excuse my furrowed brow and pursed lips at the slightest provocation as my mind swirls with other fears. I need to remember that they’re on my side, and when all seems lost and hopeless, when fears in the world overwhelm me, I’m learning to share it with them, rather than have them “just accept” that I’m moody.


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  • Ahhhh…not alone in those feelings for sure! I think what oftentimes breaks us is the perpetual motion of it all and the inability to slow it all down and process it bit by bit. Those moments of overload cause a crack for sure.

    • Yes, slowing it down would be nice – recognizing your limitations in a day is helpful too. It also seems beneficial to tell kids when you’re cranky/moody – much better than having them see it manifest itself in other, possibly more destructive, ways. Perhaps, just them knowing will take off the stress of having to go-go-go-go-go.

    • Thanks Melissa. Not always easy to hold up the mirror, but it’s good to know others can relate.

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