Friday, November 20, 2015

No "How To" Guide for Raising Children....

My daughter turned 26 today.  For the first time in twelve years,  I was in town for her birthday and having a mother/daughter pre-birthday dinner last night.  Being a major "foodie", asking where she would like to go to dinner does not result in an off the cuff or accidental answer.  It's a delightful and loaded question for her, and one that took so much thinking that we actually weren't able to score a reservation.  It was pouring outside and no place we stopped could take us until after 10 p.m. (Seriously people, it was a work night.  10 p.m.?)

Slightly water logged, we settled in to a restaurant a few doors down from her apartment.  With daughters, you often don't know where a conversation will go, depending, most often on their state of mind and latest sequence of events.  It could be a superficial discussion of fashion, catch up about friends or family, or, like last night, a rainbow of topics from reflections from her first year as a post grad student to what happened in Paris last week.

Now I am here to tell you, with no sugar coating, that we have had our share of what my daughter terms, "Epic Battles."  It was  middle school, and  the battle began the moment we got in the car for school.  I would say the same thing every day:  "Don't change the radio channel."  I kept on a Christian pop radio station that I thought would help get the day off on the right foot.  Not-a.  Bingo.  She'd settle into the passenger side and flip the dial.  HIP HOP.  RUDE, LOUD, ANNOYING Hip Hop.  You can imagine what the ride to school was like after that.  Will against will.  Steel no less.  And that about says it all for the next eight years which put together a mom who was decisively "square" her whole life, and a daughter who didn't see the point in missing even an inch of fun.

Do you clamp down, lay back, hold the line or give some rope?  The answer is as individual as trying to figure out one thing and one thing only:  What will help bring this person to the best version of herself that she can be?  And more:  What will bring her along the path that aligns with God's?  There's no primer with an answer.  Tried one thing, didn't work, tried another.  Talked to people more skilled at teenagers than me.  Fought, made up, tried again... and so it went.

Somehow, we got to 26.  And she has leapt back to the amazing qualities that defined her as a child: Enthusiasm, spirit, sensitivity, an eagerness to learn, and a sense of playfulness. Along with something else.  The wisdom of having tried and learned.  Made mistakes and gained.  

What's all this got to do with you?  Maybe you have someone in your life that you are in an Epic Battle stage with.  Or just plain can't get along with.  Possibly can't see eye to eye.  Don't give up.  Twist and turn the situation on its head.  Try one thing and another.  If you do it all with love, good intention and surround yourself with people who might know a thing or two more than you on managing tricky relationships, it will all work out.  You just may be a bit grayer by the end of it!




Thursday, January 1, 2015

Metro North Misunderstanding



She was running down the street screaming like her hair was on fire.  Weaving back and forth across the busy street, I was sure she had either had a little too much afternoon indulgence or was suffering from a mental illness.  Folks stepped aside as she ran past, and I wanted to do the same-- I had only a few minutes to grab lunch at Catch a Healthy Habit as I had run very late in my morning appointment.  The screaming was getting to me and I stepped outside the shop and into her path.  

"What's wrong?" led to a frantic half crying, half screaming tale of Lita and her suitcase getting on the MetroNorth in Bridgeport to meet a friend in Long Island.  Asking the conductor in Fairfield if she had time to hop off and get her return ticket and hearing she did, she stepped off the train.  Only to find the doors close behind her and the train and her suitcase proceed southbound.  

"Let's jump in my car and beat the train to Stamford!" I suggested, and we did just that.  Christian music was playing on the car radio which opened up the conversation and led to a drive of shared prayer.  Traffic had been terrible on I-95 but God, luck or both, prevailed and we beat the train to the Stamford station by 8 minutes.

Lita let me know that she was reunited with her suitcase. "My pastor told us that angels would be unleashed this Christmas season, thank you for being one of mine!" she said as she left the train.