Our children, our mirrors…
Both my children are teenagers – 17 and 15, a boy and a girl. My son is kind of an action man figure and wants to be a professional comedian. My daughter is an artist and writer and has some intuitive healing ability. They show me up without even trying. When they try, it can get really embarrassing. Naturally they know precisely the location of all my buttons.
Not only does the worst of us and the best of us turn up in our children, but oftentimes their own unique bestness – better than our best ever was – shows us some unnoticed, previously hidden, nasty little unpleasantness about ourselves, and I swear it’s left me cringing at myself more than once.
Of course, my parenting is so different now that they’re older, and I’m sure it will continue to change. I’ve felt almost parented by them at times in the last year or so. They are so sound, both of them; and they reassure me that things are okay more often than I think I do them.
Apparently we’re going to continue to learn from each other for a while.