The Connection Dance

July is birthday month for my boys.  Conor, the Leo, begins his second year of teenagerhood, while Kiki, the Cancer, enters the world of double digits for the first time.  Despite the unbelievable speed of these developments, many things about their birthdays have  remained constant throughout the years: the candles blown out on Krispy Kremes instead of cakes, the birthday morning treasure hunt for presents, and their tireless requests to hear stories about the day they came into the world.

Another constant is how their birthdays always have the power of leading me to reflect upon where I am as a parent, where my children are, and how we are connecting together. Beginning with those earliest days and months of their lives when they were so dependent on me for most of their needs, and shifting with each successive year, I am continually amazed by this “connection” dance of dependence, independence, and detachment.

So what is healthy connection?  On one hand, the more connected I feel to my boys, the more I am able to feel empathetic to their perspective, and what they face in the world.  When I am in tune, it’s so much easier to see my ten year-old’s testiness and impatience in relation to the amount of homework, fatigue, or other pressures he faces at various times in his life.  To see that it’s not that different from when he was young and missed his morning nap, or accompanied me on too many errands and inevitably a meltdown ensued.  In each circumstance, he is conveying his need for space, refueling, or rest.

Feeling connected, also helps me understand that my teenager’s constant testing of what he can and cannot do on his own, is his way of researching the push and pull of independence and security.  It reminds me of when he was first able to walk away from me at the park as a toddler.  He loved going far away but often looked back, sometimes to make sure I was where he left me, other times to see if I would come and set a limit on the path he chose.  And even though he doesn’t always like my limits, when I feel connected, I see that at each stage in his life he has the same need for Mom, his “safe harbor” to be there for him, as he explores the world.

Yet, the other side of connectedness is not being so connected that we follow our children to every emotional place they go, and everything they experience becomes our experience.  This is especially true, as we all know, when it comes to their struggles, heartaches and fears.   Practically, this means not letting our egos allow us to take all the credit or blame for their choices, behaviors or achievements, no matter how tempting.  When my boys experience success or challenge, be it athletically, academically or socially, it’s so difficult not to feel and experience the same joy or pain they do.  Yet, when I am connected, I know that in order to determine the appropriate action or response to these situations, I must remain a little detached–to see these moments as ultimately their journey (not mine), where once again I remain their safe harbor, if and when they need me.

This detachment also includes knowing what information we need to know about our children and respecting there are things we never need to know.  Especially now with the double digits and teens upon me, I see this happening more and more.  How much of my boys’ experiences, interactions and feelings do they need to share with me?  How much did I want to share with my parents when I was their age?  As the Kabat-Zinns observe in their book,  Everyday Blessings, The Inner Work of Mindful Parenting, “The quality and warmth of our connections with our children will be proportional to how much we continue to do our own inner work, and keep a sense of appropriate boundaries…according the same freedom and respect to our children as they transition every year from total dependency… to independent and interdependent adults.”

Finally, I want to end this birthday reflection with a poem I revisit often, given to me as a new mother by my parents, that speaks so beautifully to this ever shifting, constantly challenging, yet powerful journey of connection.  Happy Birthday my boys!

On Children by Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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  • Mollie

    Ok I’m canceling my plans to stow away in my 10 year old’s duffle bag when he goes to his first sleep away camp this summer!!

  • Jhund

    I have an article given to me by Jakobi’s godmother which reminds me of the poem your parents shared with you; it is on my refrigerator as is the list of “9 principles for the parenting journey” that you have shared with us before.  Today when I took off with my kids on an errand, I looked in the rearview mirror and just told them not to grow up too fast as my mind just shot forward into their future as teenagers.  I am blessed to be their mama and blessed too to have the privilege to have Shaila’s insight in my life.   Shaila, you always help me to be a better parent.  Thank you.

  • Bena Roberts

    Letting go is indeed difficult.  In Germany, the ethic starts young and both my children went on their first camp (only two nights away) when they were 5 and 6 respectfully. 
    I was shocked at this and offered to be a parent helper.  My offer was declined and in Germany walking to school alone at 5/6 and being independent is a given. 

    I fear I am the type of mother that will just keep on clinging at least until they are teenagers.  I understand they have their own lives – but gosh its hard! 

    Thanks for a great article, Bena (the original sweet child of mine!)