It is strange how the perception others have of you is molded by a stitch in time. For example, my sons, they know me as Mom. I am the one who kisses boo boos, changes diapers, cooks, you know the drill. It is hard for them to imagine me in any other role. I am venturing back into the world of the working, and I was trying to explain the project I am working on to my son Jack. I am working with highly educated and experienced engineers (aerospace), to help them with leadership and communication skills. Jack looks at me completely confused and says..." So YOU are teaching Rocket Scientists???" like it was so beyond his comprehension that I could teach them anything. I quickly explained that yes, rocket science is out of my league....however, I do know a thing or two about how to communicate with people. It is hard for my kids to imagine me in any other role than Mom, the crafty lady, who helps at school, helps with their sports teams etc.... I am feeling like my going back to work will be good for them too. It will be healthy for them to see what a well rounded life partner looks like. How a wife can contribute to the family in different ways as life changes & grows. Hopefully I will model the balance act well. That is yet to be seen. I'll keep you posted.
I enter this new week a little tired, but smiling. Why? No drama this weekend. We had sunshine, and sports, and cuddle time--- less the drama. Most families don't experience the intense level of emotions that the Rhodes clan does. Sure, they have the hectic life of families, perhaps some fighting, the normal mess--- perhaps a little teen hormone induced drama....but we have drama of a different kind in our house. The kind of drama caused by a brain that is shooting off crazy chemicals induced by years of trauma. When our son Victor is home, the whole world is a great big land mine. Saying the wrong thing, calling him out on behavior, or even suggesting that he not eat a 4th serving of ice cream can cause the the peace to recede, and for chaos to ensue. He is now in a boarding school for kids with emotional issues. As sad as it is that our family isn't all together--- I must admit that the peace in our household is a welcome blessing. We are learning more and more
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