Allowing this morning’s counseling session to sink in raises my awareness level, and that feels wonderful.
Unless you’re a deadbeat parent, the need to mother, to nurture, and to care for is like a flower that instantly blossoms. It’s natural and totally one-sided, and that’s ok because that’s what you do as a parent. Your kid takes and you give, and hopefully you find some morsel of time to replenish so that the well never dries completely.
Things go awry when adults materialize beside the same water source, and now it becomes an unconscious giving. You love them too, and they need you to care for them for unseen, unrealized reasons, so you dish out for the adult. Oftentimes, it’s not even a conscious thought; you just do because you have to. Because this is what you are supposed to do.
You might have the opportunity to restock but you know that if you step away, the one person you have been supporting might crumble, and with it, the life you know. It’s not the best life for you, you know it deep down somewhere, but you daren’t let go because he needs you to be strong, to be the source, to be in his pocket.
Eventually, and inevitably, the well will dry up for him. Not for the kids, because really their supply is unending and unconditionally always there. But for him, that well is just a parched, dark brick round reaching down into nowhere. You stand up; the world tilts for a while as you process what has been happening and finally, with the help of an impartial spirit, you realize what it is you have been doing.
For a few weeks, he and I have been treading our own paths; seeking our own truths. It is lovely to see him shed some of the weight that he swore he’d never be able to put down. He is stepping out to investigate and discover about himself and I’m glad for him. He is learning that it’s ok to drink from his own well, and for my part, I am learning that I don’t need to mother him.
That said, the woman who was part of this union, is but a dried up, withered spirit. I don’t know if there is life in her because I am not her anymore. And, I don’t know if who I truly am can ever be part of it again.
It’s been a beautiful awakening for me. After years of struggle and spiritually backbreaking work, I can now stand up straight. I can see how strong and powerful I really am. How free I am to breathe, and be, and give as needed. To give for the want of it and not for the sacrifice.