This week my m's toggled between muddled and misanthrope. Remember those hopeful m's from last week? Those m's were gonna get us through and we'd be #AllInThisTogether! Except, to be frank the only thing those m's made me think about was more m's....then chocolate - which was not especially helpful, as we have none in the house (by the end of this post, you may come to the conclusion that this chocolateness is solely responsible for all my issues and I may not disagree with you. And the probability is high that by the time I hit 'publish', chocolate will have been obtained).
To recap/intro: the m's (which I appropriated from some nice psychologist on the radio) are the four (supposedly helpful) conditions we can explore while staying at home.
Mastery : being creative or learning something new -not stressing ourselves out with unrealistic goals, but rather, being joyful in our creativity
Mindfulness : meditation or breath observation, for example
Moving our bodies : walks/runs/treadmills/yoga/aerobics/stretching
Mental health (this is the m I couldn't remember exactly, but it seems to fit in nicely with the others and is most pertinent to my current reality): connecting with friends via phone/Zoom or seeing a therapist
My fourth m really took a nosedive recently. That cute kid we heard from in these very pages last week: I yelled at her. Via text. Ugh. I'm not going to call her out, just myself. She didn't do a certain thing I needed her to do. I got irrationally angry and sent two very long texts (she was on the phone with a friend and I didn't want to embarrass her by scolding in public) which were words I should have said more lovingly, in person. #Misanthrope. There were tears and hugs and professions of accountability from both of us, but not my finest Amma moment. Other examples: unwarranted eye rolls adjacent to the mouthy grocery clerk and wanting to punch a gas pump until my knuckles bled because the receipt roll was out (yes, I still print receipts at the pump, what's it to you? Just back up! And if I hear a single "Ok, Boomer...", I swear to....).
#Muddled : I mean do I even have to? I'll just hit some highlights: where are my keys? Oh yeah, in the freezer, obvi. Is that when we were meeting? These aren't technically pajama bottoms...and this is a liquor store, so quit judging! (maybe this example fits better under misanthrope. Except I didn't remember I was wearing the not-quite-pajama bottoms when I ran out of the house, so there's that...). Wondering if Cream of Wheat is ok for dinner. Trying to open the garage door by pressing the interior car light button, then becoming angry that this method isn't working. Buying Halo Top instead of real ice cream and then flipping out because we don't have ice cream - which is a food I don't even eat but twice a year (this is not a virtue, ice cream just makes my teeth hurt. And don't talk to me about letting it melt...you are not helping). That last example is muddled misanthrope, isn't it?
So that's it. No wise words from sweet children. No exhortations, nor calls to do, well, anything. Just saying: I'm here with you - cranky, missing keys, pajama bottoms, and all. But things are looking up: now I have the chocolate :)
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Excuse Me
Today, I'm honored to share this space with my lovely daughter Taara, an 18 year old freshman at Sonoma State University. As I continue to work with students, I've been asking her to contribute some wisdom about excuses and how she stays motivated when so many assessments have shifted from letter grades to pass/fail or credit/no credit. Why bother? What's the point? What's an ok excuse and what's just rubbish? (I literally never use the word 'rubbish, so I'm not sure why I said that). I asked her to dig into these questions with me and she graciously agreed. Here's a portion of our conversation:
Desi Amma: Thanks for agreeing to appear in this guest spot! Did my threatening you with cutting off Netflix unless you complied have anything to do with your decision?
Taara: Oh gosh, no......
DA: No, you didn't realize that was a threat or no, that didn't influence your talking to me?
T: No, you're my mom. I don't see you as a threat....and I don't think you'll cut off Netflix because you love it too much!
DA: Truth... so let's get started. What do you think about excuses in general?:
T: I think it depends. It depends on the person and what the situation is. Excuses can be made out of laziness or not wanting to change behaviors. Let's say someone is cheating on their partner and their excuse for cheating is : "I didn't know it was going to happen." That's based on their own problems. Another excuse one could make could be about not cleaning up their room. That's me. I'm comfortable with it.
DA: In the first example, the excuse and behavior hurts/affects someone else. In the second, the consequence is just on you.
T: Uh huh.
DA: Can you give an example of what might be a valid reason to be excused from something?
T: Ok, let's say someone had a family emergency and they weren't able to do their work. You'd tell your teacher, "I couldn't finish my work because someone in my family got hurt" and hopefully the teacher will be reasonable about it. Or if you're not feeling well and you have to tell your boss that you have to stay home so you don't infect others.
DA: Both of those examples are legit excuses?
T: Yes. There's a difference between having a valid excuse versus the consequences of your bad actions on others and yourself - that's when you're lying to others and yourself and that's not ok.
DA: What's your take on asking to be excused from certain commitments right now, in this moment?:
T: As stressful as it is right now, we do have responsibilities we have to take care of. Or if people are feeling emotionally drained and not up to a task, that's ok. It's a matter of your mental health and how bad it is. Everyone should take care of themselves. I think one can be excused to a certain extent. You still have to wake up every day and get out of bed, for your own body's sake. But one should not lose themselves and you might cause permanent damage to yourself in this situation, which is just temporary. So keeping up with daily routines and regimens and some commitments can be helpful right now.
DA: Are you gearing up to tell me you're not going to do the dishes...?
T: (wry chortle)....I'd do them if you let me! But you say I don't do them right!
DA: A topic for another day! What might be some acceptable reasons to ask for special treatment at work and/or school?:
T: Mental health, family emergencies, children, spouse, money problems. I guess anything that's part of your world that you have to take care of. And if you don't take care of it, it's going to ruin something or someone.
DA: So let's say I'm capable of meeting most of my promises at work and/or school, how do I keep it up? How do I motivate myself? I mean, what do you do?
T: Motivation doesn't always come when we want it to, sadly. It will come in bursts and I think the time when we least have it, might be the time we should get up and do something. I would say, find someone or something that's important to you and know that you have to wake up every day to take care of them, to help them. And know that the lack of motivation won't last forever. For example, I wake up and I know I have to help you, I do things for the dogs, I have to take care of some things in this house. I do it for Appa (dad). I kind of have those people to motivate me and keep me going when times are rough. Because it's also not just about me but helping those around me. I can't just sit around all day doing nothing.
DA: That's really lovely. But what would you suggest if a person can't get up out of bed and can't find the energy to do anything? What do you think that means?
T: Well, I think that if someone isn't even able to get out of bed, that reflects their mental health. That could lead to depression and anxiety and other mental illnesses. Acknowledging that those are the feelings you're having right now is the first step. Then they might need to get help.
[PSA: The National Suicide and Prevention Lifeline - 1-800-273-8255]
DA: Yeah, that's perfect advice. Don't be afraid to ask for help and/or ask someone how to access that help. Now if we can shift to school stuff : can you tell us what helps you keep focus and motivation when it must be so tempting to just coast? Practically all your classes are pass/fail.
T: CHOCOLATE!
DA: Relatable. What else?
T: What keeps me focussed? Knowing that my performance affects my future. It's kind of like the butterfly effect: everything affects everything. Plus there's not much to do right now, so it makes sense to focus on something other than being scared of the uncertainty. I think my classmates are also sweet and kind and they help me focus. They also make it more enjoyable. Even though it's pass/fail right now, I wouldn't want to let myself down and it's not an excuse. I had to learn that at a very young age.
DA: What happened when you were young?
T: Just when I thought, I don't have that much homework or I don't have to pay attention that much or pay attention to my grades. That's when I realized, it's important to get an education and I have a privilege being here. Many people don't have the privilege to go to college like I do.
DA: So you think about those things when it's hard to get moving?
T: Uh huh. But don't be too hard on yourself, but also know when to push yourself.
DA: What about getting your school work done? How do you do that?
T: Managing your time properly is very important. Like knowing when things are due. Talking to your teachers/professors when you can. Have a calendar or planner because we tend to forget things. And doing work ahead of time if you can. It doesn't happen all the time, but that's where managing your time comes in. Also knowing yourself and how much you can handle putting off work. How much stress is that going to add to your day?
DA: Do you give yourself rewards or things to look forward to when you finish some work?
T: Some Netflix, YouTube, listening to music, just me time to clear my brain. So yeah I do have some rewards but they're not really anything major. Just taking a break. I could order something online if I wanted to....
DA: Oh yeah, how ya gonna pay for that?
T: Well.....I know someone....
DA: "Someone"..... ahem. So, what are some of your strategies?
T: I take it one step at a time, take baby steps. Let's get up, let's brush out teeth, take a shower. Simple, daily routines that can jump start your day : go outside and get some Vitamin D, get some exercise, play the piano, sing, play with the dogs, get dressed up for no reason. Finding something that can help you get stuff off your chest and relieve your emotions.
DA: What about reaching out to others?
T: Yeah. You can talk to people, text people you haven't talked to in a long time. For me personally, I FaceTime people - I think it adds more connection. Doing little dates is really, really helpful - whether it's with your boyfriend/significant other or a friend. It will make you feel less lonely. Or talking to a therapist, like I said before.
DA: Those all sound like such good ideas! Any parting thoughts for people struggling to stay on top of their stuff?
T: I think we're all on the same page. You're not alone in that feeling. Take it one day at a time. One hour at a time. It's not easy, but every day is a new chance to restart with a new attitude.
DA: You're adorable..Thank you so much! That was awesome
T: (chuckle) Uh huh - of course!
Coda: Yesterday on the radio, I heard someone talking about what we need to be doing and experiencing in order to get through these days. She talked about the four m's: mastery (being creative or learning something new - she was careful to say this activity should bring you joy and not stress), mindfulness (meditation and breath observation, for example), moving our bodies, and (here's the m that eludes me - maybe mental health?), connecting with others. And I thought "we're doing those things!' But if it were that simple, we'd have all cracked this 'stay at home' code and feel fabulous. We're going to try to do most of those m's, most days. But some days, we won't. Perhaps we won't even have an excuse, and that's ok.
Desi Amma: Thanks for agreeing to appear in this guest spot! Did my threatening you with cutting off Netflix unless you complied have anything to do with your decision?
Taara: Oh gosh, no......
DA: No, you didn't realize that was a threat or no, that didn't influence your talking to me?
T: No, you're my mom. I don't see you as a threat....and I don't think you'll cut off Netflix because you love it too much!
DA: Truth... so let's get started. What do you think about excuses in general?:
T: I think it depends. It depends on the person and what the situation is. Excuses can be made out of laziness or not wanting to change behaviors. Let's say someone is cheating on their partner and their excuse for cheating is : "I didn't know it was going to happen." That's based on their own problems. Another excuse one could make could be about not cleaning up their room. That's me. I'm comfortable with it.
DA: In the first example, the excuse and behavior hurts/affects someone else. In the second, the consequence is just on you.
T: Uh huh.
DA: Can you give an example of what might be a valid reason to be excused from something?
T: Ok, let's say someone had a family emergency and they weren't able to do their work. You'd tell your teacher, "I couldn't finish my work because someone in my family got hurt" and hopefully the teacher will be reasonable about it. Or if you're not feeling well and you have to tell your boss that you have to stay home so you don't infect others.
DA: Both of those examples are legit excuses?
T: Yes. There's a difference between having a valid excuse versus the consequences of your bad actions on others and yourself - that's when you're lying to others and yourself and that's not ok.
DA: What's your take on asking to be excused from certain commitments right now, in this moment?:
T: As stressful as it is right now, we do have responsibilities we have to take care of. Or if people are feeling emotionally drained and not up to a task, that's ok. It's a matter of your mental health and how bad it is. Everyone should take care of themselves. I think one can be excused to a certain extent. You still have to wake up every day and get out of bed, for your own body's sake. But one should not lose themselves and you might cause permanent damage to yourself in this situation, which is just temporary. So keeping up with daily routines and regimens and some commitments can be helpful right now.
DA: Are you gearing up to tell me you're not going to do the dishes...?
T: (wry chortle)....I'd do them if you let me! But you say I don't do them right!
DA: A topic for another day! What might be some acceptable reasons to ask for special treatment at work and/or school?:
T: Mental health, family emergencies, children, spouse, money problems. I guess anything that's part of your world that you have to take care of. And if you don't take care of it, it's going to ruin something or someone.
DA: So let's say I'm capable of meeting most of my promises at work and/or school, how do I keep it up? How do I motivate myself? I mean, what do you do?
T: Motivation doesn't always come when we want it to, sadly. It will come in bursts and I think the time when we least have it, might be the time we should get up and do something. I would say, find someone or something that's important to you and know that you have to wake up every day to take care of them, to help them. And know that the lack of motivation won't last forever. For example, I wake up and I know I have to help you, I do things for the dogs, I have to take care of some things in this house. I do it for Appa (dad). I kind of have those people to motivate me and keep me going when times are rough. Because it's also not just about me but helping those around me. I can't just sit around all day doing nothing.
DA: That's really lovely. But what would you suggest if a person can't get up out of bed and can't find the energy to do anything? What do you think that means?
T: Well, I think that if someone isn't even able to get out of bed, that reflects their mental health. That could lead to depression and anxiety and other mental illnesses. Acknowledging that those are the feelings you're having right now is the first step. Then they might need to get help.
[PSA: The National Suicide and Prevention Lifeline - 1-800-273-8255]
DA: Yeah, that's perfect advice. Don't be afraid to ask for help and/or ask someone how to access that help. Now if we can shift to school stuff : can you tell us what helps you keep focus and motivation when it must be so tempting to just coast? Practically all your classes are pass/fail.
T: CHOCOLATE!
DA: Relatable. What else?
T: What keeps me focussed? Knowing that my performance affects my future. It's kind of like the butterfly effect: everything affects everything. Plus there's not much to do right now, so it makes sense to focus on something other than being scared of the uncertainty. I think my classmates are also sweet and kind and they help me focus. They also make it more enjoyable. Even though it's pass/fail right now, I wouldn't want to let myself down and it's not an excuse. I had to learn that at a very young age.
DA: What happened when you were young?
T: Just when I thought, I don't have that much homework or I don't have to pay attention that much or pay attention to my grades. That's when I realized, it's important to get an education and I have a privilege being here. Many people don't have the privilege to go to college like I do.
DA: So you think about those things when it's hard to get moving?
T: Uh huh. But don't be too hard on yourself, but also know when to push yourself.
DA: What about getting your school work done? How do you do that?
T: Managing your time properly is very important. Like knowing when things are due. Talking to your teachers/professors when you can. Have a calendar or planner because we tend to forget things. And doing work ahead of time if you can. It doesn't happen all the time, but that's where managing your time comes in. Also knowing yourself and how much you can handle putting off work. How much stress is that going to add to your day?
DA: Do you give yourself rewards or things to look forward to when you finish some work?
T: Some Netflix, YouTube, listening to music, just me time to clear my brain. So yeah I do have some rewards but they're not really anything major. Just taking a break. I could order something online if I wanted to....
DA: Oh yeah, how ya gonna pay for that?
T: Well.....I know someone....
DA: "Someone"..... ahem. So, what are some of your strategies?
T: I take it one step at a time, take baby steps. Let's get up, let's brush out teeth, take a shower. Simple, daily routines that can jump start your day : go outside and get some Vitamin D, get some exercise, play the piano, sing, play with the dogs, get dressed up for no reason. Finding something that can help you get stuff off your chest and relieve your emotions.
DA: What about reaching out to others?
T: Yeah. You can talk to people, text people you haven't talked to in a long time. For me personally, I FaceTime people - I think it adds more connection. Doing little dates is really, really helpful - whether it's with your boyfriend/significant other or a friend. It will make you feel less lonely. Or talking to a therapist, like I said before.
DA: Those all sound like such good ideas! Any parting thoughts for people struggling to stay on top of their stuff?
T: I think we're all on the same page. You're not alone in that feeling. Take it one day at a time. One hour at a time. It's not easy, but every day is a new chance to restart with a new attitude.
DA: You're adorable..Thank you so much! That was awesome
T: (chuckle) Uh huh - of course!
Coda: Yesterday on the radio, I heard someone talking about what we need to be doing and experiencing in order to get through these days. She talked about the four m's: mastery (being creative or learning something new - she was careful to say this activity should bring you joy and not stress), mindfulness (meditation and breath observation, for example), moving our bodies, and (here's the m that eludes me - maybe mental health?), connecting with others. And I thought "we're doing those things!' But if it were that simple, we'd have all cracked this 'stay at home' code and feel fabulous. We're going to try to do most of those m's, most days. But some days, we won't. Perhaps we won't even have an excuse, and that's ok.
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Love Notes from the non-Coronaverse....and Beyond
In the multiverse (of all the parallel universes), I believe there's a non-Coronaverse and that's where I'm trying to live, at least some of the time. We can call that place parts of my life. From this vantage point, I can see that I'm irritating some people. I'm blowing a bit of sunshine and I understand how that could be so annoying. Sometimes I get on my own nerves and want to slap myself. But sometimes, I'm kind and funny, so I'll try to channel that now. Here are some love notes from my non-Coronaverse to whichever '-verse' you find yourself in at the moment:
You may be delighted/reassured/amused/annoyed to learn that I didn't acquire a single new skill nor talent this week! I mean, I learned a bunch of stuff, stuck it in my brain for a minute, and then it promptly fell out. Honestly, that last part is a relief because now I've made room to remember "important" things like grocery shopping and wearing a new, different pair of sweats every other day.
Taara kindly curated an exercise video for us and we gamely giggled through box steps and lunges to the tune of...I'm not sure what...bland, disco-y beats. We appreciated that the instructor was easy on the eyes even though he was wearing bright red....is that...spandex..? Okay. That's okay because he was so kind and exhorting us to 'keep going!' and 'you got this'! Plus, he'd chosen actual-sized women to show us how to take it up or down a notch in difficulty (we think this is just fabulous). But we threw caution to the winds and leveled up with actual DOGS throwing themselves in our paths! HA! Bet you never thought of that Mr Spandex!
Speaking of the pooches: a sweet bit of information I learned about my pup Lassi (as in mango, not with an 'e' like : Timmy and....) is that she doesn't drool, snap, nor pull (as if she were a rabid cur) at every poor soul wearing a mask who strolls by. And she doesn't mind when Taara and I do, either (wear masks - not drool, snap, or pull - just to be clear). Also my dogs don't seem to give a hoot that we're home all the time! What's up with that? I now find myself in he awkward position of feeling jealous of the all the cat owners posting videos of their annoyed cats...because I'm jealous that my dogs don't seem to care...? Seriously, what is wrong with me? Also, I'm allergic to cats, so an extra dose of 'who cares?', right?
Last time, I'd mentioned that I wasn't watching/reading news. Just as many of us are thinking: hmmmm....haven't we social-distanced long enough? (NO. The answer is NO) I'm also thinking - can't I just watch a teensy bit of news? (Again, apparently the answer is NO) because I slowly began titrating some news-watching/reading back into my day with such whack effects : I began eye-rolling and heavy-sighing at the pups (the PUPS! I'm a monster) for the most reasonable requests: like needing to go out to potty or wanting a treat. Or when Lassi (you get that she's the trouble-maker) slunk off to the bathroom (which one of us had carelessly left open) to just have a wee nibble on the end of a toilet paper roll....which is clearly.....wait....WHAT?? (bounding inelegantly from the sofa) no, no, No, NO, NO, LEAVE IT, LEAVE IT!!!!
But at this moment, our spring celebrations are on my heart : Ugadhi, Nowruz, Easter, Holi, Vaisakhi, Passover, and Ramadan (to name a few). Many of us have/will have to celebrate apart and I know that's so tough. But we're doing our best, connecting as best we can, though we're not always succeeding. In my non-Coronaverse, I'm forgiving myself for stumbling (during aerobics videos and just in life), hopefully (gracefully) allowing some people to catch me when I do, and really trying to gently hold others in whatever '-verse' they reside right now.
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Do Something Selfish Today
We've been into this for - what now- seven days? How did it start for you? Pacing? Nail biting? Stress eating? Micromanaging? Panic Buying? Ordering a brand new Le Creuset butter dish in Marseille blue....ahem, for example?
Then started all the giving, right? Lovely articles on the generosity of the human spirit and people and companies writing big checks and we wept, didn't we? I mean...I'm not crying, YOU are! These stories are such a balm on the fear and sadness to which we're exposed in the news and all the directives as to what we must do. I'm saturated, are you? I turned off the news and I stopped reading all the things. I'm doing all the medically and scientifically necessitated things because I care about others. But I just don't have the capacity to take in any more instructions nor exhortations to give big. I'm triaging my heart and mind right now because I have to.
Losing my husband Bharat a year ago brought me up against the reality of what matters and what really doesn't. What I can hold and what I can't. My children and my pets depend on me and if I don't take care of myself, I won't be able to take care of them. I went through a period early on after he passed when I thought it was a good day if I accomplished three things:
Fold and put away one load of laundry.
Go online and pay the property taxes.
Take a shower.
And I knew I could only do X because X + 1 was going to break me and that couldn't happen.
Each morning I would ask myself : What can I do today? Just today? I've been reminded of how I felt then as we all struggle with our current situation. So I won't be one more voice today telling you what to do or how to give. I'll just ask you a question or two:
What do you need today?
Are you able to give today?
The answer to the first question might be a hot bath, a quiet fifteen minute nap, a cup of tea, making soup while you blast AC/DC, or a slice of apple pie.
The answer to the second question might be "no". I think it's really important to not beat ourselves up for whatever the answer to that question is today. Or tomorrow. Or next week or whenever. For me, one day I woke up and said, I'm ready. And I gotta be honest : giving even in the tiniest of ways right now, has felt incredibly selfish and yummy! Tutoring for free, paid time off for a couple people who help me out, and cooking clean, healthy meals for our family are all ways it seems as though I'm doing something over which I have control when many things feel out of control. Honestly, I'm doing it for myself. My brain is releasing all the serotonin and dopamine and oxytocin and endorphins! And I'm telling people about it so maybe they'll be selfish too. If you do something selfish today, let me know and we can crow about it together! If you weren't able to, be gentle with yourself because there are plenty of days ahead to try.
Then started all the giving, right? Lovely articles on the generosity of the human spirit and people and companies writing big checks and we wept, didn't we? I mean...I'm not crying, YOU are! These stories are such a balm on the fear and sadness to which we're exposed in the news and all the directives as to what we must do. I'm saturated, are you? I turned off the news and I stopped reading all the things. I'm doing all the medically and scientifically necessitated things because I care about others. But I just don't have the capacity to take in any more instructions nor exhortations to give big. I'm triaging my heart and mind right now because I have to.
Losing my husband Bharat a year ago brought me up against the reality of what matters and what really doesn't. What I can hold and what I can't. My children and my pets depend on me and if I don't take care of myself, I won't be able to take care of them. I went through a period early on after he passed when I thought it was a good day if I accomplished three things:
Fold and put away one load of laundry.
Go online and pay the property taxes.
Take a shower.
And I knew I could only do X because X + 1 was going to break me and that couldn't happen.
Each morning I would ask myself : What can I do today? Just today? I've been reminded of how I felt then as we all struggle with our current situation. So I won't be one more voice today telling you what to do or how to give. I'll just ask you a question or two:
What do you need today?
Are you able to give today?
The answer to the first question might be a hot bath, a quiet fifteen minute nap, a cup of tea, making soup while you blast AC/DC, or a slice of apple pie.
The answer to the second question might be "no". I think it's really important to not beat ourselves up for whatever the answer to that question is today. Or tomorrow. Or next week or whenever. For me, one day I woke up and said, I'm ready. And I gotta be honest : giving even in the tiniest of ways right now, has felt incredibly selfish and yummy! Tutoring for free, paid time off for a couple people who help me out, and cooking clean, healthy meals for our family are all ways it seems as though I'm doing something over which I have control when many things feel out of control. Honestly, I'm doing it for myself. My brain is releasing all the serotonin and dopamine and oxytocin and endorphins! And I'm telling people about it so maybe they'll be selfish too. If you do something selfish today, let me know and we can crow about it together! If you weren't able to, be gentle with yourself because there are plenty of days ahead to try.
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Missing: Part 1
As we're deep into the season of college admit letters, decisions, happiness, heartbreak, limbo, and letters of intent, I'm posting some ramblings from a couple years ago when Arjun was leaving home for his freshman year. I didn't publish this then because I was too sad. Twenty months in, I still feel sad from time to time, but I'm currently typing with a smile on my face.
You were always moving away from me - rolling, crawling, tottering, walking, running, running, running. When you were small and your neck smelled like sour milk, your hands sticky with peanut butter, you'd grab my sleeve before you fell on the tile. Righting yourself awkwardly, you'd stumble away, then look back at me - clapping and screeching madly. Sometimes, you'd come careening back around, hair flopping wildly, drool flowing down your chin.
But now it seems that I can barely remember the coming back and all I see is the constant going away. Please stop. Please stand still. Let me look at you. All these angles out of chubby flesh. How did we get here? I mean, how are we at this moment - in this moment - right now? As I hear the first notes of "Pomp and Circumstance", I panic and I pull down on the neckline of my top which is nowhere near my neck. That feeling of ratcheting toward the first drop on a rollercoaster ride: it's coming, no way to stop it, can't get off, excited, terrified. I turn to Bharat, grab his hand and whisper, "I'm not ready...." and I start to miss you even before you've actually left. I flash to a memory of you running - actually to a picture Taara edited of you running - everything is sepia: trees, dirt, sky, and the only color is the yellow of your uniform in the desolate landscape of Montgomery Hill.
You were always moving away from me - rolling, crawling, tottering, walking, running, running, running. When you were small and your neck smelled like sour milk, your hands sticky with peanut butter, you'd grab my sleeve before you fell on the tile. Righting yourself awkwardly, you'd stumble away, then look back at me - clapping and screeching madly. Sometimes, you'd come careening back around, hair flopping wildly, drool flowing down your chin.
But now it seems that I can barely remember the coming back and all I see is the constant going away. Please stop. Please stand still. Let me look at you. All these angles out of chubby flesh. How did we get here? I mean, how are we at this moment - in this moment - right now? As I hear the first notes of "Pomp and Circumstance", I panic and I pull down on the neckline of my top which is nowhere near my neck. That feeling of ratcheting toward the first drop on a rollercoaster ride: it's coming, no way to stop it, can't get off, excited, terrified. I turn to Bharat, grab his hand and whisper, "I'm not ready...." and I start to miss you even before you've actually left. I flash to a memory of you running - actually to a picture Taara edited of you running - everything is sepia: trees, dirt, sky, and the only color is the yellow of your uniform in the desolate landscape of Montgomery Hill.
I'm absolutely bereft in my well-completed task of shepherding you to college. Now we are walking away from you - up Durant, turning the corner into the parking garage- and there is a physical jolt in my chest when I hear your text tone. I feel panicked/delighted/sad that we've gone 100 feet away from you and you're texting. Bharat stops walking and gives me a quizzical look. My eyes well up and I let out a 'ha!' as I see you've sent an MP3 of the birthday song you composed for my 50th: "Happy Birthday, Amma" - and in that moment, I remember the pride I felt that day, hearing a line from Happy Birthday you'd cleverly woven into the end of the composition.
Two weeks later, when you live there more than you live here, I mournfully feel the shape of your loss as I blubber through several Indigo Girls songs (remembering your smile as you turned to me at the Mountain Winery concert last summer and we bellowed the chorus of "Closer to Fine" together) and marinate in the aching chord progressions of "Fleet of Hope" until I feel dehydrated. Bharat makes room for my sadness. He listens, we talk our sad talk, he lets me be.
Thinking back I knew I'd seen it: the looks on parents' faces, the sighs, the tears...but I thought all that would be so temporary compared to the celebration of sending you off to college. No one told me....I mean, I guess I didn't quite get it. Then a couple more weeks pass and the sadness starts to feel self-indulgent. I start to get on my own nerves so I turn my attention to your Labor Day visit. Taara and I debate whether I should bake banana or pumpkin bread, which soup I'll whip up, and if you'll want masala dosa. Then Labor Day, and you, come and go. But this space you leave, each time you leave, feels less endless and undefined; still sad but less free-floating, less unmoored, less unhinged sadness.
By November it slowly occurs to me that you'll come and go and come and go. In your absence, Taara and I fall into a new rhythm. We watch Jane the Virgin and 13 Reasons Why processing each character and plot point languidly because we don't have to make your cross country meet or rush to cheer your 1600M. With this slower pace, some tautness leaks out of me and I begin to unclench my body and my heart. I stretch and reach out to feel the shape of your loss; the edges are less jagged, the structure more defined. Some days partially refill with my confidence and decreasing worry...until I turn the corner by your room and find a Nike running sock. As I finger the L stitching, I smile remembering how you had to wear two L's or two R's on race day(never the L & R together) and I'm thrown off, thrown back a bit. But then the phone rings. It's you.
Two weeks later, when you live there more than you live here, I mournfully feel the shape of your loss as I blubber through several Indigo Girls songs (remembering your smile as you turned to me at the Mountain Winery concert last summer and we bellowed the chorus of "Closer to Fine" together) and marinate in the aching chord progressions of "Fleet of Hope" until I feel dehydrated. Bharat makes room for my sadness. He listens, we talk our sad talk, he lets me be.
Thinking back I knew I'd seen it: the looks on parents' faces, the sighs, the tears...but I thought all that would be so temporary compared to the celebration of sending you off to college. No one told me....I mean, I guess I didn't quite get it. Then a couple more weeks pass and the sadness starts to feel self-indulgent. I start to get on my own nerves so I turn my attention to your Labor Day visit. Taara and I debate whether I should bake banana or pumpkin bread, which soup I'll whip up, and if you'll want masala dosa. Then Labor Day, and you, come and go. But this space you leave, each time you leave, feels less endless and undefined; still sad but less free-floating, less unmoored, less unhinged sadness.
By November it slowly occurs to me that you'll come and go and come and go. In your absence, Taara and I fall into a new rhythm. We watch Jane the Virgin and 13 Reasons Why processing each character and plot point languidly because we don't have to make your cross country meet or rush to cheer your 1600M. With this slower pace, some tautness leaks out of me and I begin to unclench my body and my heart. I stretch and reach out to feel the shape of your loss; the edges are less jagged, the structure more defined. Some days partially refill with my confidence and decreasing worry...until I turn the corner by your room and find a Nike running sock. As I finger the L stitching, I smile remembering how you had to wear two L's or two R's on race day(never the L & R together) and I'm thrown off, thrown back a bit. But then the phone rings. It's you.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Let's Be Mindful
Some of us are enjoying a leisurely summer and others of us are dashing around and traveling. But I just wanted to say, let's please remember how much we are needed by others at this time. In the midst of reunions and weddings, recent graduations and vacations, let's hold those who are suffering in our hearts.
Baltimore
The Midwest
Charleston
Nepal
All the people who've lost churches to arson
Please consider donating your time or money to a cause. Though the circumstances are sad, through giving, we can show our children how to give. This giving will look different for everyone, vary from family to family. But I'm encouraging us to take a minute during a prayer before dinner, have a conversation before bed, to acknowledge our gifts and how we might share them with those who have needs. Practicing love and compassion is the core of our humanity.
Baltimore
The Midwest
Charleston
Nepal
All the people who've lost churches to arson
Please consider donating your time or money to a cause. Though the circumstances are sad, through giving, we can show our children how to give. This giving will look different for everyone, vary from family to family. But I'm encouraging us to take a minute during a prayer before dinner, have a conversation before bed, to acknowledge our gifts and how we might share them with those who have needs. Practicing love and compassion is the core of our humanity.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Is it Darfur?
"Look. Do you see that spot? Right there?" I squint and concentrate on an infinitesimally tiny dot near the bridge of Taara's nose.
"Um…." I look at her, lean my head to one side, and cock an eyebrow.
"Amma! Darfur….?" she asks dispiritedly and throws her hands up in air.
Sometimes if my children bring a problem to me which I think is a ridiculous, non-problem born of our privileged lives, I've been known to say (in a mildly, sarcastic voice) : "You don't live in Darfur! You are not a child soldier in Sierra Leone. A little perspective, please!"
I'll never forget the day my friend Bridget was listening patiently to her 3 year old daughter Lauren get worked into a lather about not finding her favorite socks or some such thing. And just as we were feeling our nerves become dangerously frayed as Lauren whined on and on, Bridget took a basket of warm laundry and dumped it on Lauren's head. The child dissolved into giggles and Bridget took the opportunity to say the discussion was over and to redirect her daughter to a new activity. At 21, I think Lauren would agree that her mother's well-timed use of humor in the cases of non-problems helped her grow into the kind, caring, amazing woman she is today.
And it helped me as I figured out my parenting style as well. Not everything has to be processed and dissected. Not every issue deserves our time and energy - time and energy we could be using to have fun, make beautiful memories, or even make the world a better place.
When I mentioned this to Richard, our neighborhood philosopher who works at the local mini-mart, he looked shocked and said, "But do you hear her?" Fair enough. Sarcasm and gentle teasing have their place, but I do believe in licking one's wounds, being present in that moment to hear our children/friends/family members who are experiencing pain. I don't think it's useful to always think about the bigger problems in the world. There's a time for a bit of teasing/perspective-sharing and there's a time for active listening and compassion followed by solutions. Recently many high school seniors heard back from colleges to which they'd applied and some children were disappointed. In that moment of sadness, telling the child to ''buck up" or "You think that's bad….? is not useful - it's cruel.
So I went on to say to Taara, "Yes, Darfur. But let's go get the Neutragena acne wash and moisturizer." I gave her a big hug and we talked about how I too used to look at myself in the mirror 812 times a day at her age. I listened to her tell me about that boy and a science test and what she performed in singing club. Because if I'm always lecturing and not listening, she'll stop talking. Or if I'm always talking about problems in the world which are bigger than her's, she may get the message that she's not allowed to bring her problems to me; definitely not the message I want to send.
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