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Acknowledgments
In writing this book together, we wrote chapters by ourselves initially, then gave
each other feedback on them through many iterations and changes. For this
revised and updated edition, we followed the same approach. We each went over
our individual chapters first, making whatever changes we felt necessary, and
then, side by side, we went over it all, revising drafts and writing new material.
Every chapter became the product of our dual scrutiny in both the thinking and
the writing. The final product is truly a collaborative effort of our hearts and our
minds, and, of course, of our lives together.
We want first and foremost to thank our children—for their honesty and
insight, and their forbearance with our sharing something of their lives with the
world beyond our family. Ultimately the stories from their childhoods reflect
precious moments that are truly theirs alone. We are blessed by their being and
their love.
We also want to acknowledge our parents, Sally and Elvin Kabat and Roslyn
and Howard Zinn, for their love, for everything we learned from them, and for
the remarkable ways they manifested their love in the world.
At various stages of the writing of the first edition, we asked for feedback
from our friends. We wish to express our thanks and gratitude to them. Larry
Rosenberg, Sarah Doering, Robbie Pfeufer Kahn, Becky Sarah, Norman Fisher,
Jack Kornfield, and Trudy Goodman read the manuscript and gave us invaluable
perspectives and suggestions. We also thank Hale Baycu-Schatz, Kathryn Robb,
Jenny Fleming-Ives, Mary Crowe, Nancy Wainer Cohen, Sala Steinbach, Sally
Brucker, Barbara Trafton Beall, and Nancy Bardacke for their suggestions.
A number of people contributed their own writing and, in that way, a part of
their own hearts and souls to our effort. We are deeply indebted to them for their
generosity and their eloquence: Caitlin Miller for her poems in “Letters to a
Young Girl Interested in Zen”; Lani Donlon for the story in “Family Values”;
Cherry Hamrick for her letter in “Mindfulness in the Classroom”; and Rebecca
Clement, her student, for hers; Ralph and Kathy Robinson for the poem written
by their son Ryan Jon Robinson, and for Ralph’s account of Ryan’s life and
untimely death in “Impermanence”; and Susan Block for the material in “It’s
Never Too Late.”
Rose Thorne, Becky Sarah, Hale Baycu-Schatz, Kathryn Robb, Robbie
Pfeufer Kahn, and Levin Pfeufer also contributed material to the book, for which
we are grateful.
I (mkz) would like to thank Robbie Pfeufer Kahn for our many conversations
over the years regarding the needs of children. Gayle Peterson’s seminal work on
the mind/body connection in birthing, and her book Birthing Normally: A
Personal Growth Approach to Childbirth, published in 1984, informed my view
of labor and birth and some of the content of the childbirth education classes I
taught in the 1980s.
We also want to express our appreciation to all of the people who shared
stories about their parenting experiences with us. Many of those stories are
included anonymously at their request. Some, for reasons of space and content,
we were unable to include in the book. Nonetheless, we are grateful to those
people who reached out to us with their poignant stories.
It was from Robert Bly that I (mkz) first heard the story of “Sir Gawain and
the Loathely Lady,” told in his wonderfully soulful, heart-stirring way. Robert in
turn credits Gioia Timpanelli. She in turn credits the medieval oral tradition,
Chaucer’s “The Wife of Bath’s Tale,” and the Goddess Mysteries of Great
Britain. We have based our version primarily on Rosemary Sutcliff’s in The
Sword and the Circle, and have made ample use of her beautiful prose in our
retelling.
Our publisher at Hyperion/Hachette, Martha Levin, gracefully midwived this
second edition in a time of transition at Hyperion. We deeply appreciate the care,
attention, and thoughtfulness she brought to the process. We also thank our
editor Lauren Shute for all her help and skillful shepherding of the book to
completion, and Bob Miller for bringing this book to Hyperion in the first place.
We wish to acknowledge the British Museum, London, for allowing us to
photograph one of its statues, from which the lotus flower graphic was designed.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human
beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side
can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which
makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
RAINER MARIA RILKE, Letters
Introduction to the Revised Edition
Have you ever weeded a garden? The more you weed, the more weeds you see.
One minute, you think you have gotten them all. The next minute there are more.
So you have to be very patient and appreciate the process itself, and not just the
desired end point. Revising a book on parenting eighteen-plus years after writing
it the first time is not dissimilar, and a bit humbling. It was inevitable that our
views would change some with the additional years of experience as parents and,
now, as grandparents. No matter how clearly we felt we saw things in the past,
with the perspective of more time and the continued cultivation of mindfulness,
our capacity for seeing and understanding evolved, deepened, and what we were
so certain of became more nuanced. This is a never-ending process, which
hopefully allows us to continue learning across the life span. Through this lens,
we revisited the entire book, preserving the essence of the original edition. We
fine-tuned the writing and clarified what we were saying wherever we felt
something was unclear, or where we felt a need to illuminate a point or
perspective that we hadn’t seen before. We reworked the text in both tone and
content to reflect the ways in which our views have changed since we first wrote
it, and in part, of course, because the world has changed so much as well, for
both parents and children.
Indeed, the world children are being born into now is in many ways
enormously different from the era in which we were raising our children. For
one, our children were born into a solely analog, and therefore slower, world.
Now, with the advent of the Internet and wireless connectivity, there is also the
digital world and its ever-increasing speed to contend with, an alternate reality
that, for all its wonders and uses, easily entrains us into self-distraction and
disembodied experience just when we most need to be more present and
embodied to face the emotional challenges of parenting and of life and to fully
experience the joys as well. Mindfulness is more necessary than ever to navigate
this new territory in raising our children and in continuing to grow and lead
satisfying lives ourselves. These two life trajectories, nurturing our children and
growing ourselves, are intimately intertwined.
Mindfulness as a way of being and as both an informal and a formal
meditation practice has moved into the mainstream of society to a degree
unimaginable in 1997. There is now a rapidly growing and increasingly robust
science of the practice of mindfulness and its effects on our biology, our
psychology, and our social interactions. The practice of mindfulness affects our
brains and our genes, our capacity for attention, emotion regulation, impulse
control, perspective taking, executive functioning in general, and many other
important traits that make us who we are, such as our ability to realize our deep
connectedness with each other through our innate capacity for attunement,
empathy, compassion, and kindness.
Never has the scientific evidence been more compelling that cultivating
greater mindfulness can have significant benefits for oneself and for those with
whom we share our lives. And never has it been more important for parents to
cultivate this capacity we all have for openhearted present-moment awareness,
and ultimately for greater wisdom to lead lives of purpose and meaning in ways
that are emotionally and socially intelligent.
We hope that this revised edition of Everyday Blessings speaks to you and
inspires you to actively cultivate greater mindfulness and heartfulness in your
parenting and in your life.
Myla and Jon Kabat-Zinn
February 22, 2014
Prologue—jkz
First child off at college freshman year, arrives home 1:30 a.m. for
Thanksgiving, driven by a friend. When he had called earlier to say he would not
make it home for dinner as we had hoped, we were all disappointed, and for a
few moments there had been more than a slight current of annoyance in me. We
leave the door unlocked, as arranged, having told him to wake us when he
arrives. No need. We hear him come in. The energy is young, vital, spilling over
even in his attempts to be quiet. He comes upstairs. We call to him, whispering,
so as not to wake his sisters. He comes into our darkened room. We hug. My side
of the bed is closer to him than Myla’s. He lies down across my chest, backward
kind of, extends himself, and embraces us both with his arms, but even more
with his being. He is happy to be home. He lies here, draped over my body
sideways, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Any trace of
annoyance at the lateness of the hour and disappointment about him not making
it by dinnertime evaporate instantly.
I feel happiness radiating from him. There is nothing over-exuberant or
manic here. His energy is joyful, content, calm, playful. It feels like old friends
reunited and, beyond that, familial celebration. He is at home now, here in our
darkened room. He belongs. The bond is palpable among the three of us. A
feeling of joy fills my chest and is joined by a series of images of my life with
him, captured in the fullness of this moment. This huge nineteen-year-old, lying
across me, who I held in my arms as much as possible until he could and would
wriggle out and run in the world, now with his scruffy beard and powerful
muscles, is my son. I am his father. Myla is his mother. We know this
wordlessly. What a blessing, bathing in our different happinesses that unite as we
lie here.
After a while he leaves us to watch a movie. He has too much energy to
sleep. We try to go back to sleep, but we can’t. We toss for hours in a daze of
sleepless exhaustion. It crosses my mind to go into his room to spend more time
with him, but I don’t. There is nothing to chase after here, not him, not even
needed sleep. The depths of our contentedness finally hold sway, and we sleep
some. I am gone to work in the morning long before he wakes up. My whole day
is suffused with knowing that I will see him when I get home.
Such moments, when they are not subverted by us, as I could easily have done in
my initial annoyance, and when they are not passed over entirely unnoticed, as
we do with so many of our moments, are part of the blessing and the bliss of
parenting. Are they special? Is it just at the moment of arrival, the first time
home from college, or at the birth of a child, or the first word or the first step,
that we taste such deep connection and its blessing, or do such moments occur
more frequently than we suspect? Might they not be abundant rather than rare,
available to us virtually in any moment, even the more difficult ones, if we stay
attuned to both our children and to this moment?
In my experience, such moments are abundant. But I find that they too easily
go by unnoticed and unappreciated unless I make an effort to see them and
capture them in awareness. I find I have to continually work at it, because my
mind is so easily veiled from the fullness of any moment by so many other
things.
As I see it, all parents, regardless of the ages of our children at any point in
time, are on an arduous journey, an odyssey of sorts, whether we know it or not,
and whether we like it or not. The journey, of course, is nothing other than life
itself, with all its twists and turns, its ups and its downs. How we see and hold
the full range of our experiences in our minds and in our hearts makes an
enormous difference in the quality of this journey we are on, and what it means
to us. It can influence where we go, what happens, what we learn, and how we
feel along the way.
A fully lived adventure requires a particular kind of commitment and
presence, an attention that to me feels exquisitely tenacious, yet also gentle,
receptive. Often the journey itself teaches us to pay attention, wakes us up.
Sometimes those teachings emerge in painful or terrifying ways that we would
never have chosen. As I see it, the challenge of being a parent is to live our
moments as fully as possible, charting our own course as best we can, and above
all, nourishing our children and, in the process, growing ourselves. Our children,
and the journey itself, provide us with endless opportunities in this regard.
This is clearly a life’s work, and it is for life that we undertake it. As we all
know down to our very bones, there is no question about doing a perfect job, or
always “getting it right.” It seems more a quest than a question of anything.
“Perfect” is simply not relevant, whatever that would mean in regard to
parenting. What is important is that we be authentic, and that we honor our
children and ourselves as best we can, and that our intention be to, at the very
least, do no harm.
To me, it feels like the work is all in the attending, in the quality of the
attention I bring to each moment, and in my commitment to live and to parent as
consciously as possible. We know that unconsciousness in one or both parents,
especially when it manifests in rigid and unwavering opinions, self-centeredness,
and lack of openhearted presence and attention, invariably leads to sorrow in the
children. These unfortunate habits of being and relating are often symptoms of
underlying sorrow in the parents as well, although they may never be seen as
such without an experience of awakening to something larger and more spacious
in our lives and relationships.
Maybe each one of us, in our own unique ways, might honor Rilke’s insight
that there are always infinite distances between even the closest human beings,
including with our own children. If we truly understand and accept that
perspective, terrifying as it sometimes feels, perhaps we can choose to live in
such a way that we can indeed experience the “wonderful living side by side”
that can grow up when we embrace and love the distance that lets us see the
other whole against the sky.
I see this as our work as parents. To take it on, we need to continue to
nurture, protect, and guide our children and bring them along until they are ready
to walk their own paths. In parallel, we also need to continue growing and
developing ourselves—each of us in our own way, as our own unique person,
with a life of our own—so that when they look at us, they will be able to see our
wholeness against the sky.
This is not always so easy. Mindful parenting is hard work. It means getting
to know ourselves inwardly, and working at the interface where our lives meet
the lives of our children. It is particularly hard work in this era, when the culture
is intruding more and more into our homes and into our children’s lives in so
many new ways, and our attention spans are becoming shorter and shorter and
our minds more and more distracted.
One reason I practice meditation is to maintain my own balance and clarity of
mind in the face of such huge challenges, and to be able to stay more or less on
course through all the weather changes that, as a parent, I encounter day in and
day out on this journey. Making time each day, usually early in the morning, for
a period of quiet stillness, even for a few minutes, helps me to be calmer and
more balanced, to see more clearly and more broadly, to be more consistently
aware of what is really important and to over and over again make the choice to
live by that awareness.
For me, mindfulness, cultivated in periods of stillness and during the day in
the various things I find myself doing, hones a greater sensitivity to the present
moment that helps me keep my heart at least a tiny bit more open and my mind
at least a tiny bit clear, so that I have a chance to see my children for who they
are, recognize what they might need from me, and be more present for the
moments we share.
But the fact that I practice meditation doesn’t mean that I am always calm or
kind or gentle, or always present, for that matter. There are many times when I
am not. It doesn’t mean that I always know how to be or what to do, or that I
never feel confused or at a loss. But being even a little more mindful helps me to
see things I might not have seen and take small but important, sometimes
critical, steps I might not otherwise have taken.
Following a workshop in which I read the above story of our son coming
home for Thanksgiving, I received a letter from a man in his sixties who wrote:
I want to thank you for a special gift you gave me on that day. It was
when you read us the account of your son’s homecoming for
Thanksgiving. It touched me very deeply, particularly when you described
how he enveloped you with his being, or words to that effect, when he lay
down across your chest on the bed. Since then, I have experienced the
first genuinely loving feelings towards my own son that I have felt for a
long, long time. I don’t know what has happened exactly, but it is as if up
to now I needed another kind of son to love, and now I don’t anymore.
It may be that the feeling of needing another kind of child to love visits all of
us as parents from time to time when things feel particularly bad or hopeless.
Sometimes, that feeling can, if unexamined, turn from a short-lived impulse into
a steady current of disappointment and a yearning for something we think we
don’t have. But if we look again, as this father did, we may find that after all, we
can know and love well the children who are ours to love.
Prologue—mkz
The fiercely protective love I feel for my children has propelled me to do the
inner work we call mindful parenting. This inner work has yielded unexpected
gifts and pleasures. It has helped me to be more present for the day-to-day
richness of being a parent. It has also given me a way to see my children more
clearly, to see through the veils of my own fears, expectations, and needs, and to
see what might be called for in each moment. Bringing mindfulness to my
parenting helps me to see myself as well, and gives me a way to work with the
difficult moments and the automatic reactions that can arise so easily in me at
such times, reactions that can be limiting, harsh, or hurtful to my children’s well-
being.
Although I have never had a formal meditation practice, I have always
needed some time and space for nondoing, for being still, in silence. This was
especially hard to find when my children were little. Moments of solitude and
inner reflection would come as I lay in bed in the morning, awake but unwilling
to move, aware of the images from my dreams, sometimes clear, sometimes
elusive, receptive to whatever thoughts visited me in that place somewhere
between wakefulness and sleep.
This was my inner, self-nourishing meditation. It brought some balance to my
outer meditations—the ongoing, moment-to-moment awareness, the tuning,
responding, holding, and letting go that my children needed from me.
Meditative moments have come in many forms—sitting up in the middle of
the night nursing my newborn, soaking in the peace and quiet, feeding her as I
am being fed by the sweetness of her being; or walking with a crying baby,
finding ways to soothe and comfort, chanting, singing, rocking, as I work with
my own tiredness; or looking into the face of an unhappy, angry teenager, trying
to discern the cause and intuit what might be needed.
Mindfulness is about paying attention, and paying attention takes energy and
concentration. Every moment brings something different and may require
something different from me. Sometimes I am blessed with understanding. Other
times I am at a loss, confused, off balance, not really knowing, but trying to
respond instinctively, creatively, to whatever is presented to me. There are
deeply satisfying moments of pure bliss, when a child is thriving and glowing
with a sense of well-being. There are plenty of difficult, frustrating, painful
moments, when nothing I do is right, and I feel completely at a loss. I’ve found it
especially hard to see clearly with older children. The issues are much more
complex and the answers rarely simple.
But what I have come to see is that each time I feel I have lost my way as a
parent, when I find myself in a dark wood, the ground rough and uneven, the
terrain unfamiliar, the air chilled, there is often something to be found in my
pocket when I finally find my way back. I have to remember to stop, to breathe,
to reach in, and look closely at what it is.
Each difficult moment has the potential to open my eyes and open my heart.
Each time I come to understand something about one of my children, I also learn
something about myself and the child I once was, and that knowledge can act as
a guide for me. When I am able to empathize and feel compassion for a child’s
pain, when I am more accepting of the contrary, irritating, exasperating
behaviors that my children can manifest, try on, experiment with—the healing
power of unconditional love heals me as it nourishes them. As they grow, I also
grow.
Rather than being a disadvantage, my sensitivity has become an ally. Over
the years, I have learned to use my intuition, my senses, my emotional antennae
to try to see into the heart of whatever I am faced with. An essential part of this
is attempting to see things from my child’s point of view. I have found this inner
work to be very powerful. When I can choose to be kind instead of cruel, to
understand rather than judge, to accept rather than reject, my children, no matter
what their ages, are nourished and strengthened.
This kind of parenting is trust building. I work hard to maintain that trust and
the underlying feelings of connectedness that have been built over many years of
hard emotional and physical work. Moments of carelessness or the unconscious
surfacing of old destructive patterns are betrayals of my children’s trust, and I
have had to consciously work to rebuild and strengthen our relationship after
such moments.
Over the years I have tried to bring some awareness to my moment-to-
moment experiences as a parent: observing, questioning, looking at what I most
value and what I think is most important for my children. Although there are
myriad aspects of parenting that are not touched on in this book, it is my hope
that in describing this inner process to you, we can evoke the richness of
experience and potential for growth and change that reside in mindful parenting.
PART ONE
I noticed this week as I was doing the meditation that I feel like I have
pieces missing, that there are parts of me that I just can’t find when I
become still and look underneath the surface of my mind. I’m not sure
what it means but it’s kind of made me a little bit anxious. Maybe when I
start to practice the meditation a little more regularly, maybe I’ll find out
what is stopping me from being whole. But I really feel holes in my body
or in my soul that keep me pushing mountains in front of myself
everywhere I go. My husband says: “But why did you do that? There was
a big opening here.” And I just say: “I don’t know, but if there is a way to
block it up, I will.” I feel a little like a Swiss cheese. I have felt this from
when I was small. I had some losses when I was small. I think parts of me
were removed and taken from [me by] deaths and [by] other people; my
sister died when I was young, and my parents went into a sort of
depression, I think until they died. I think parts of me just got taken to
feed them. I feel that. I was a very lively, young go-getter when I was
young, and I felt parts of me just being taken, and I can’t seem to be able
to regain those parts now. Why can’t I be that way? What happened to
me? Parts of me have gotten lost, and when I’m sitting here today,
meditating, I realized that I’m looking for those parts and I don’t know
where they are. I don’t know how to become whole until I find those parts
that are gone. Now my whole family has died. They’ve taken all the parts
and left, and I’m still here with the Swiss cheese.
A chilling image, that parts of this woman were taken to feed her parents. But
this happens, and the consequences to the children reverberate throughout their
lives.
What is more, some parents cause deep hurt and harm to their children, as
when they beat them to teach them lessons, saying things like “This is for your
own good,” “This hurts me more than it hurts you,” or “I’m only doing this
because I love you,” often the very words that were said to them as children
when they were beaten by their parents, as was shown by the Swiss psychiatrist
Alice Miller in her seminal work. In the name of “love,” frequently unbridled
rage, contempt, hatred, intolerance, neglect, and abuse are inflicted on children
from parents who are unaware of or have ceased to care about the full import of
their actions. This happens across all social classes in our society.
In our view, an automatic, unexamined, lowest-common-denominator
approach to parenting, whether it manifests in overt violence or not, can cause
deep and frequently long-lasting harm to children and their developmental
trajectories. Unconscious parenting can arrest our own potential to grow as well.
From such unconsciousness can come, all too commonly, sadness, missed
opportunities, hurt, resentment, blame, restricted and diminished views of self
and the world, and ultimately isolation and alienation on all sides.
If we can remain awake to the challenges and the calling of parenthood, this
does not have to happen. On the contrary, we can use all the occasions that arise
with our children to break down the barriers in our own minds and hearts, to see
more clearly into ourselves, and to be more effectively present for them. These
opportunities lie at the heart of cultivating greater mindfulness in our parenting.
We live in a culture that does not uniformly value parenting as valid and
important work. It is considered perfectly acceptable for people to give one
hundred percent to their careers, or to their “relationships,” or to their passions,
but not to their children.
Society at large and its institutions and values, which both create and reflect
the microcosms of our individual minds and values, contribute in major ways to
the undermining of parenting. Who are the highest-paid workers in our country?
Certainly not day-care workers, or teachers, whose work so much supports the
work of parents. Where are the role models, the support networks, the paid
parental leave for young parents, the job sharing and part-time jobs for mothers
and fathers who want to stay home with their children for more than a few weeks
after they are born? Where is the support for parenting classes? By their
prevalence, such programs would tell us that healthy parenting is of utmost
importance and is valued highly in our society. But their prevalence is
depressingly low.
Certainly there are bright spots and reasons for hope. Countless parents
across the country see parenting as a sacred trust, and manage to find heartful
and creative ways to guide and nurture their children, often in the face of great
obstacles and odds. There are imaginative efforts by people all across the
country involved in programs that teach parenting skills, communication skills,
violence prevention, and stress reduction, and that offer counseling services to
parents and families. There are also many groups engaged in community
building and political lobbying on behalf of children, such as the Children’s
Defense Fund. For many years La Leche League International and Attachment
Parenting International have given invaluable support to parents for meeting the
needs of their children through breast-feeding and other practices that promote
secure parent-child attachment. The Searses’ The Baby Book has for decades
provided practical information and a framework for honoring the needs of
infants and babies. A number of books connect mindful awareness and
attunement with parenting (see the Suggested Reading at the end of this book).
Laura Kastner’s Wise-Minded Parenting and Susan Stiffelman’s Parenting
Without Power Struggles are valuable resources for parents. Dan Hughes’s book
Attachment-Focused Parenting: Effective Strategies to Care for Children and
Dan Siegel and Mary Hartzell’s book Parenting from the Inside Out connect
interpersonal neuroscience, attachment research, and awareness. Nancy
Bardacke’s book Mindful Birthing: Training the Mind, Body, and Heart for
Childbirth and Beyond is a ground-breaking work on mindfulness-based
childbirth and parenting. New research and new books are coming out on these
subjects all the time.
Whatever the era in which we are raising our children, we are always subject
to large social, cultural, and economic forces that shape our lives and the lives of
our children. Nevertheless, we always have at least some latitude as individuals
to make conscious and intentional choices about how we are going to relate to
the circumstances and the era in which we find ourselves. To one degree or
another, usually far more than we think, we have the potential to inquire deeply
about the path we are on and how it reflects what we most care about and long
for. We always have the option of bringing greater attention and intentionality to
our lives, especially where it concerns our children. Charting such a path for
ourselves can be made significantly easier and more robust if we have a larger
framework within which we can examine what we are doing and develop insight
into what else may be needed—a framework that can help keep us on course,
even though things may be constantly changing and our next steps unclear.
Mindfulness can provide such a framework.
New and important doors in our own minds can open just by entertaining the
possibility that there are alternative ways of perceiving situations and that we
may have more options open to us in any moment than we may realize.
Bringing mindfulness to the various aspects of our day as it unfolds may be a
practical as well as a profoundly positive alternative to the driven, automatic-
pilot mode in which we can function much of the time without even knowing it.
This is particularly important for us as parents, as we try to juggle all the
competing responsibilities and demands that we carry from day to day while at
the same time providing for our children and meeting their unique inner and
outer needs in an increasingly stressful and complex world.
What Is Mindful Parenting?
Mindful parenting calls us to wake up to the possibilities, the benefits, and the
challenges of parenting with a new awareness and intentionality, not only as if
what we did mattered, but also as if our conscious engagement in parenting were
virtually the most important thing we could be doing, both for our children and
for ourselves.
This book is a series of meditations on various aspects of parenting. It is
about recognizing and meeting our children’s needs as wisely as possible by
cultivating greater familiarity and intimacy with a capacity we already have and
therefore don’t have to acquire, namely awareness itself. All that is required is to
bring this capacity to our moment-to-moment lives. Mindfulness is a synonym
for awareness. It also includes different ways to systematically cultivate greater
access to our own awareness. When we bring awareness to our parenting
through the cultivation of mindfulness as a practice, it can lead to deeper insight
into and understanding of our children and ourselves. Mindfulness has the
potential to penetrate past surface appearances and behaviors and allow us to see
our children more clearly, to look both inwardly and outwardly and act with
some degree of wisdom and compassion on the basis of what we see.
As we shall see in Part 4, from the perspective of mindfulness, parenting can
be viewed as a kind of extended and, at times, arduous meditation retreat
spanning a large part of our lives. And our children, from infancy to adulthood
and beyond, can be seen as perpetually challenging live-in teachers who provide
us with ceaseless opportunities to do the interior work of understanding who we
are and who they are so that we can best stay in touch with what is important and
give them what they most need in order to grow and flourish. In the process, we
may find that this ongoing moment-to-moment awareness can liberate us from
some of our most confining habits of perception and relating, the straitjackets
and prisons of the mind that have been passed down to us or that we have
somehow constructed for ourselves. Through their very being, often without any
words or discussion, our children can inspire us to do this inner work. The more
we are able to keep in mind the intrinsic wholeness and beauty of our children,
especially in those moments when those qualities are particularly difficult for us
to see, the more our ability to be fully present and compassionate deepens. In
seeing more clearly, we can respond to them more effectively with greater
generosity of heart and a degree of wisdom.
As we devote ourselves to caring for our children, nurturing them, and trying
to understand who they are, these live-in teachers of ours, especially in the first
ten to twenty years of our “training,” will provide endless moments of wonder
and bliss and opportunities for the deepest feelings of connectedness and love.
They will also, in all likelihood, push all our buttons, evoke all our insecurities,
teach us things we never could have imagined, test all our limits and boundaries,
and touch all the places in us where we fear to tread and feel inadequate or
worse. In the process, if we are willing to attend carefully to the full spectrum of
what we are experiencing, they will remind us over and over again what is most
important in life, including its mystery, as we share in their lives and shelter and
nourish and love them and give them what guidance we can.
Being a parent is particularly intense and demanding, in part because our
children can ask things of us no one else could or would, in ways that no one
else could or would. They see us up close as no one else does, and constantly
hold mirrors up for us to look into. In doing so, they give us over and over again
the chance to see ourselves in new ways, and to work at consciously asking what
we can learn from any and every situation that comes up with them. We can then
make choices out of this awareness that will nurture both our children’s inner
growth and our own. Our interconnectedness and our interdependence enable us
to learn and grow together.
This book is for people who care about the quality of family life and the well-
being of their children, born and unborn, young or grown. We hope it will
support parents in their efforts to show their love through their being and their
actions in their everyday lives. It is not likely that we can do this unless we can
be authentic in our own lives and in touch with the full range of feelings we
experience—in a word, awake.
Parenting is a mirror in which we get to see the best of ourselves and the
worst, the richest moments of living and the most frightening. The challenge to
write about it sensibly is daunting. During the years when our children were
growing up, there were plenty of times when we felt that things were basically
sound in our family. The children seemed happy, strong, and balanced. However,
the very next day, or moment, all hell could break loose. Our world filled with
confusion, despair, anger, frustration. What we thought we understood was of no
use. All the rules seemed to have changed overnight, or in an instant. We had no
idea what was going on or why. We felt like the biggest of failures. We felt as if
we didn’t know or understand anything.
In such moments, we tried to remind ourselves as best we could to hold on to
the thread of some kind of awareness of what was happening, no matter how
unpleasant or painful things were. Hard as it was, we tried to acknowledge what
was actually taking place and what might have been needed from us. The
alternative was to get caught up in our own reactivity and automatic behaviors,
and surrender whatever compassion and clarity we had to our fear or fury or
denial. And even when this happened, as it inevitably does at times, we tried to
reexamine it later, with greater calmness, in the hope of learning something from
it.
This book comes out of our own experience as parents. It was originally
written when our children were in middle school, high school, and college. Now,
at the time of this revised edition, our children are grown and we are
grandparents. Our experience will undoubtedly differ in many ways from your
experience as a person and as a parent. You may find some of the specific ways
we chose to parent to be very different from how you were parented or how you
have parented your children. You may find yourself reacting with strong feelings
to some of the things we say or to some of the choices we have made. The whole
topic of parenting can arouse deep emotions in all of us, because it is so
intimately connected with how we think of ourselves and with how we have
chosen to live our lives.
We are not suggesting that you should do everything as we have done it, or if
you didn’t, that you were lacking in any way. As we all know, there are few easy
answers and consistently simple solutions in parenting. Nor are we saying that
mindfulness is the answer to all life’s problems, or to all questions regarding
parenting. We are simply trying to point to a way of seeing and a way of being
that can be integrated in many different fashions into your way of parenting and
into your life. Ultimately, we all have to make our own individual decisions
about what is best for our children and for ourselves, drawing most of all on our
creativity and our capacity to be awake and aware in our lives.
We share with you our experiences and this orientation we call mindful
parenting in the hope that some of its transformative potential will resonate with
your values and your intentions, and be of some use as you chart your own path
in your parenting.
Ultimately, mindful parenting is about the possibility of seeing our children
with greater clarity and of listening to and trusting our own hearts. It gives form
and support to the daily challenges of parenting. It can also help us find ways to
act with greater wisdom and be sources of unconditional love for our children,
moment by moment, and day by day.
How Can I Do This?
No two families ever have exactly the same situations to deal with or resources
to call upon. But no matter what the circumstances of people’s lives, we believe
that all families and individuals, by virtue of being human, have deep inner
resources that can be called upon and cultivated, resources that can help
enormously in making important choices as we struggle to bring balance into our
lives and into our families.
At every level of economic and social well-being or lack of it, and no matter
what enormous difficulties they are faced with, there are people who find ways
to put their children first. But what does it mean to put our children first? This is
worth thinking about. Of course, whatever it means to you, it will change with
the ages of your children, and it may be different for each child. It certainly does
not mean being obsessed with your children and hovering over them incessantly
(which is what the term helicopter parenting refers to). Nor does it mean to
sacrifice your own needs in ways that are essentially unwise and potentially
unhealthy all around. Mindfulness is not about being so focused on a child that
you lose yourself. It helps us develop and nurture embodied self-awareness, the
lived experience of being grounded in our bodies and in our own lives.
Like a relay race with a long overlap in which the baton is passed—lasting at
least eighteen years and often longer—our job as parents is to position our
children to run their solo laps effectively. To do that optimally, we need to give
our all during our run alongside them. There are many ways to do this. There is
no one right way, and there is no formula. It is not just about doing, either. In
fact, in the long run, it may be more about “how we be” in our own lives than it
is about “what we do.” But no matter what our circumstances, if the will and the
motivation and caring are present, we can learn to draw on the interior resources
of strength and wisdom, creativity and caring, that reside within us all.
Moreover, each moment provides us with new occasions to do this, so it is
important to learn to pace ourselves and understand that we need to be gentle
with ourselves, as we are in it for the long haul. This is what the practice of
mindful parenting offers us.
Mindful parenting takes energy and commitment, as does any deep spiritual
practice or consciousness discipline. We may find ourselves wondering from
time to time whether we are capable of taking on such a task that is really the
work of a lifetime, asking ourselves, “How can I do this on top of everything
else I am already doing?” We may find it reassuring and inspiring to discover
that to a large degree, important elements of both the systematic discipline and
the methods of mindful parenting are already familiar to all of us as parents.
Mindful parenting as a practice and as an inner discipline is possible and
practical, because it arises naturally out of the experiences and challenges we
already face every day as parents.
For instance, as parents, we are already constantly called upon to pay
attention and we are already highly disciplined. We have to pay attention and be
disciplined in waking up on time every morning; in getting the children up, fed,
and ready for school; in getting ourselves ready for work and getting to it if we
work outside the home. We are disciplined and attentive in arranging our
children’s complex schedules and our own, and in planning and then doing
everything that needs to be done: all the shopping, cooking, cleaning, the
countless repetitive tasks of daily life in a family.
We are also already highly accomplished. We deal every day with constant
crises, juggle competing demands on our time and energy, and utilize the
incredible sixth sense that parents develop early on, which allows us to be
continually aware of where our little ones are in each moment and of potential
danger. We are also skilled at having conversations while doing other things, and
dealing with constant interruptions while trying to keep a train of thought.
People may sometimes feel hurt or put off when it seems as if we are not giving
them our full attention, but as parents, we develop an ability to give our attention
to many things at once; we can speak to them at the same time that we are
watching our child, or buttoning a jacket, or grabbing her before she gets into
something harmful. Such skills and such disciplines go with the territory of
parenting. The more we use and develop them, as we have to as parents, the
better we get at them. They become a way of being.
We can make exceedingly good use of these skills and the discipline that is
natural to us as parents in our efforts to parent more mindfully. The one is a
natural extension of the other. Mindful parenting asks us to direct some of that
energy and discipline and caring inwardly, toward our own minds and bodies and
experiences, and toward attending more consistently to the inner as well as the
outer lives of our children, to their emotional and soul needs as well as to their
needs for clothing, food, and shelter.
We can bring mindfulness to any moment, no matter how brief or how
stressed, no matter how off we may be feeling. But to do so requires a strong
commitment to cultivate mindfulness through some kind of regular daily
practice. This can be done in a variety of ways, but the overall approaches,
which are highly complementary and mutually supporting, are formal meditation
practice and informal meditation practice. The latter, also known as mindfulness
in everyday life, is the primary practice we are recommending for parents. If you
can also make formal meditation practice a part of your everyday life, even for
relatively brief periods of time, say five or ten minutes a day, or longer, that of
course can be extremely helpful in strengthening the muscle of mindfulness. But
ultimately, mindful parenting involves dropping into the present moment over
and over again, and learning from this intentional opening into awareness, which
is its own remarkably powerful practice (see “Four Mindfulness Practices for
Everyday Life” in the Epilogue).
Most of the tens of thousands of people who have completed the
Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction (MBSR) Program at the Center for
Mindfulness at the University of Massachusetts Medical Center and other MBSR
programs around the country and throughout the world are parents. All have
significant stress in their lives. Many come with serious, sometimes life-
threatening medical problems, many with difficult social, economic, and
personal problems as well. Some have horrifying family histories. Many already
do remarkable things, day in and day out, to cope with extremely difficult
situations in the present and from the past. In the eight-week MBSR program,
they work at cultivating mindfulness in their lives through both formal and
informal mindfulness practices on a daily basis, building on the foundation of
what they are already doing to maintain their well-being and that of their
families. In the process, their lives and their attitudes and the ways in which they
see and relate to others, including their children, often change profoundly and
enduringly. In spite of the inherent challenges in cultivating and sustaining the
discipline of mindfulness in day-to-day situations, many people report that in
paying attention in new ways, they feel more relaxed, more hopeful, cope better
with stress both at home and at work, and have greater peace of mind and self-
confidence. They are able to see new openings in their lives through which to
navigate, using the practice of mindfulness itself. Some report feeling a greater
sense of freedom, a greater sense of inner control and security, than they had
thought possible before.
In MBSR, the instructors introduce people to the various aspects of the
meditation practice and make general suggestions for how it might be applied to
daily life and to challenging and stressful situations. But for the most part, it is
the participants themselves, while they are going through the program, who
discover how to apply mindfulness in meaningful ways to the unique
circumstances of their everyday lives. This is a creative and intuitive process that
emerges naturally out of the practice itself.
It is the same with mindful parenting. We are not telling you what you should
do, or what choices you need to make. Only you can determine that, because
only you are living your life and could possibly know what your specific
situation calls for in any moment. We are not even directing you in applying the
practice, except in the most general terms. The detailed applications of
mindfulness, and the specific choices you will be drawn to make, can only come
out of your own motivation to practice, from your own commitment to honor
each present moment by bringing your full awareness to it, and from the
yearnings of your own heart. Mindful choices will then come out of the very
situations you find yourself in with your children. They will come out of your
own creativity, imagination, love, and genius, which, being human, are profound
and virtually limitless.
Besides, what with so many people now carrying all the parenting
responsibilities alone as single parents; with the sharing of the parenting in
divorced families; with people having children later in life; gay and lesbian
parents; grandparents sometimes parenting their children’s children; couples who
get along together and see more or less eye to eye about parenting; couples who
don’t get along a good deal of the time or who see parenting very differently;
couples where the division of labor and parenting responsibilities are highly
skewed; families where both parents work full-time and more; families with
children with life-threatening diseases, physical challenges, or developmental
differences; families with closely spaced children, with children widely
separated in age, or with twins or triplets; or families with vastly different
numbers of children, with all boys or all girls, or different combinations, there is
no single way of parenting or body of knowledge that could be relevant and
useful in all circumstances.
But mindfulness, precisely because it not formulaic, and because it has to do
with the quality of our experience as human beings and the degree to which we
can pay attention in our lives, is truly universal in scope and therefore relevant in
virtually all circumstances. Everybody has a mind, everybody has a body,
everybody can pay attention intentionally, and everybody’s life unfolds only in
moments. Mindfulness doesn’t tell us what to do, but it does give us a way to
listen, a way to pay close attention to what we believe is important, and to
expand our vision of what that might be in any situation, under any
circumstances.
As parents and as people, no matter what we are facing in our lives, we are
all capable of remarkable growth and transformation if we can learn to recognize
and tap our deep inner resources and chart a path that is true to our values and to
our own hearts. It does take work, but not much more than we are already doing.
What it really involves is a rotation in consciousness, a new way of seeing that
comes out of present-moment awareness, and that both invites and allows what
is best in us and in our children to emerge.
To enter now the world of mindful parenting and what it asks of us as well as
what it has to offer, we begin by telling a story. For a time, we will be stepping
outside of time, into the domain of the mythological, of the psyche, to return
with perhaps a better sense of what it might mean to see in a deeper way, and to
trust the mystery of our own hearts. It may be helpful to keep in mind that in this
realm, all the characters in the story can be seen as different aspects of our own
being, and that male and female, beauty and ugliness, kindness and hard-
heartedness reside to varying degrees within each of us.
PART TWO
Sir Gawain and the Loathely Lady: The Story Holds the Key
Sir Gawain and the Loathely Lady
Long ago, in the days of King Arthur, for reasons we don’t have to go into here,
Arthur found himself on Christmas Day taking up a just cause that brought him
face to face with his own impotence even though he was the King of the Land.
His nemesis took the form of the Knight of Tarn Wathelan, “huge beyond the
size of mortal man and armed from crest to toe in black armor, mounted on a
giant red-eyed warhorse the color of midnight.” As Arthur charged toward him
to do battle on the plain before the knight’s dark castle, the knight cast a spell
upon Arthur which drained him and his horse of all power. “Like an icy shadow,
a great fear fell upon him, the more terrible because it was not of the knight or of
anything in this world; a black terror of the soul that came between him and the
sky, and sucked the strength from him so that sword arm and shield arm sank to
his sides and he was powerless to move.”
“What—would you—of me?” gasped Arthur.
Rather than killing him or flinging him into his dungeons “to rot among other
valiant knights who lie there, and take your realm for my own by means of the
magic that is mine to wield,” the Knight of Tarn Wathelan offers Arthur his life
and freedom if he returns in seven day’s time, on New Year’s Day, with the
answer to the question: “What is it that all women most desire?”
Filled with shame and rage, but helpless to do anything other than agree,
Arthur made the bargain and rode off.
That entire week he wandered the land, posing the question to every woman
he met, whether she was a girl herding geese, an alewife, or a great lady,
dutifully writing down their answers, knowing all the while that none rang true.
And so, on the morning of New Year’s Day, with a heavy heart, he turned his
horse in the direction of the knight’s castle, his one chance for life having eluded
him, knowing now that he must submit and die at the knight’s hand.
“The hills looked darker than they had done when last he rode that way, and
the wind had a keener edge. And the way seemed much longer and rougher than
it had done before, and yet it was all too quickly passed.”
Not far from the knight’s castle, as he rode chin on breast through a dark
thicket, Arthur heard a woman’s voice, sweet and soft, calling out to him, “Now
God’s greeting to you, my Lord King Arthur. God save and keep you.”
He turned and saw a woman in a vivid scarlet gown the color of holly berries,
sitting on a mound of earth beside the road between an oak tree and a holly tree.
Expecting her face to be as sweet as her voice, he is shocked to see “the most
hideous creature he has ever seen, with a piteous nightmare face that he can
scarcely bear to look upon, sprouting a long wart-covered nose bent to one side
and a long hairy chin bent to the other. She had only one eye, and that set deep
under her jutting brow. Her mouth was no more than a shapeless gash. Her hair
hung in gray twisted locks and her hands were like brown claws, though the
jewels that sparkled on her fingers were fine enough for the Queen herself.”
Arthur is struck dumb by the sight of her, and has to be reminded by her of
his code of chivalry and how a knight is to comport himself in the presence of a
lady. She, mysteriously, knows on what errand he rides. She knows that he has
asked many women what it is that all women most desire, and that all have given
him answers, and that not one is the right answer. She then informs the
astonished king that she and she alone knows the answer he is seeking, and that
for her to tell him, he will have to swear a solemn oath that he will grant her
whatever she asks of him in exchange. To this, he readily agrees. She beckons
him to bend his ear to her lips, and whispers into it the answer he is looking for,
so that “not even the trees may hear.”
The moment he heard it, Arthur knew in his very soul that it was the true
answer. He caught his breath in laughter, for it was such a simple answer, after
all.
The answer that he was given to the question, “What is it that all women
most desire?” was “Sovereignty.”
Arthur asked what she would have in return, but the lady refused to say until
he had tested the answer on the Knight of Tarn Wathelan. So Arthur went off,
and after some good sport at the expense of the huge knight, finally gave the true
answer and with it, won his freedom. He then made his way back to the spot
where the loathely lady was waiting for him.
Upon his return, the reward that Dame Ragnell, for that was the lady’s name,
asked of the King was that he bring to her from his court one of his own knights
of the Round Table, brave and courteous, and good to look upon, to take her as
his loving wife. Arthur, staggered and repulsed by this inconceivable request, has
to be reminded that he owes his life to her and had made a knightly and kingly
promise in exchange for her help.
Of course, for Arthur to assign the task to someone would be to disrespect the
sovereignty of one of his own knights. The choice must be made freely. When
Arthur returned to court and told the full story of his week’s adventure to an
astonished gathering of knights, his nephew Sir Gawain, out of loyalty to his
uncle, the King, and out of his own goodness, offered to marry the lady himself.
Arthur, ashamed and heavy hearted, would not let Gawain make the vow without
seeing her first.
So the knights rode out in company the next morning to the woods, and after
some time, they caught a glimpse of scarlet through the trees. Sir Kay and the
other knights were sickened by the sight of Lady Ragnell, and some were even
insulting to her face. Others turned away in pity or busied themselves with their
horses.
But Sir Gawain looked steadily at the Lady, and something in her pathetic
pride and the way she lifted her hideous head caused him to think of a deer with
the hounds about it, and something in the depth of her bleared gaze reached him
like a cry for help.
He glared about him at his fellow knights. “Nay now, why these sideways
looks and troubled faces and ill manners. The matter was never in doubt. Did I
not last night tell the King that I would marry this lady? And marry her I will, if
she will have me!” And so saying, he jumped down from his horse and knelt
before her, saying, “My Lady Ragnell, will you take me for your husband?”
The Lady looked at him for a moment out of her one eye, and then she said in
that voice, so surprisingly sweet, “Not you, too, Sir Gawain. Surely you jest, like
the others.” “I was never further from jesting in my life,” he protested.
She tried then to dissuade him. “Think you before it is too late. Will you
indeed wed one as misshapen and old as I? What sort of wife should I be for the
King’s own nephew? What will Queen Guinevere and her ladies say when you
bring such a bride to court? And what will you secretly feel? You will be
shamed, and all through me,” said the Lady, and she wept bitterly, and her face
was wet and blubbered and even more hideous.
“Lady, if I can guard you, be very sure that I can also guard myself,” Gawain
said, glowering around at the other knights with his fighting face on him. “Now
Lady, come with me back to the castle, for this very evening is our wedding to
be celebrated.”
To which Dame Ragnell replied, with tears falling from her one eye, “Truly,
Sir Gawain, though it is a thing hard to believe, you shall not regret this
wedding.”
As she rose to move toward the horse they had brought for her, they saw that,
beside all else, there was a hump between her shoulders and that she was lame in
one leg.
Gawain then helped her into the saddle, mounted his own horse beside hers,
and the whole group wended their way back to the King’s castle.
Word ran ahead of them from the city gates and the people came flocking out
to see Sir Gawain and his bride go by. All were horrified beyond even their
expectations.
That evening, the wedding took place in the chapel, with the Queen herself
standing beside the bride, and the King serving as groomsman. Sir Lancelot was
the first to come forward and kiss the bride on her withered cheek, followed by
the other knights, but the words strangled in their throats when they would have
wished her and Sir Gawain joy in their marriage, so that they could scarcely
speak. “And the poor Lady Ragnell looked down upon bent head after bent head
of the ladies who came forward to touch her fingertips as briefly as might be, but
could not bear to look at her or kiss her cheek. Only Cabal, the dog, came and
licked her hand with a warm wet tongue and looked up into her face with amber
eyes that took no account of her hideous aspect, for the eyes of a hound see
differently from the eyes of men.”
Dinner conversation was feverish and forced, a hollow pretense of gladness,
through which Sir Gawain and his bride sat rigidly beside the King and Queen at
the High Table. And when the tables were cleared away and it was time for
dancing, many thought that now Sir Gawain might be free to leave her side and
mingle with his friends. “But,” he said, “Bride and groom must lead the first
dance together,” and offered his hand to the Lady Ragnell. She took it with a
hideous grimace that was the nearest she could come to a smile, and limped
forward to open the dance with him. And throughout the festivities, with the
King’s eye upon the company and Sir Gawain’s as well, no one in the hall dared
look as though anything was amiss.
At last, the forced festivities came to a close and it was time for the
newlyweds to go to the wedding chamber in the castle. There, “Gawain flung
himself into a deeply cushioned chair beside the fire and sat, gazing into the
flames, not looking to see where his bride might be. A sudden draught drove the
candle flames sideways and the embroidered creatures on the walls stirred as
though on the edge of life. And somewhere very far off, as though from the heart
of the enchanted forest, he fancied he heard the faintest echo of a horn.
“There was a faint movement at the foot of the bed, and the silken rustle of a
woman’s skirt; and a low sweet voice said, “Gawain, my lord and love, have you
no word for me? Can you not even bear to look my way?”
“Gawain forced himself to turn his head and look and then sprang up in
amazement, for there between the candle sconces stood the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen.”
“Lady,” he said at half-breath, not sure whether he was awake or dreaming.
“Who are you? Where is my wife, the Lady Ragnell?’”
“I am your wife, the Lady Ragnell,” said she, “whom you found between the
oak and the holly tree, and wedded this night in settlement of your King’s debt—
and maybe a little, in kindness.”
“But—but I do not understand,” stammered Gawain, “you are so changed.”
“Yes,” said the maiden. “I am changed, am I not? I was under an
enchantment, and as yet I am only partly freed from it. But now for a little while
I may be with you in my true seeming. Is my lord content with his bride?”
She came a little towards him, and he reached out and caught her into his
arms. “Content? Oh, my most dear love, I am the happiest man in all the world;
for I thought to save the honor of the King my uncle, and I have gained my
heart’s desire. And yet from the first moment I felt something of you reach out to
me, and something of me reach back in answer…”
In a little, the lady brought her hands down and set them against his breast
and gently held him off. “Listen,” she said, “for now a hard choice lies before
you. I told you that as yet I am only partly free from the enchantment that binds
me. Because you have taken me for your wife, it is half broken; but no more than
half broken.”
Dame Ragnell explained that she was now able to appear in her natural form
for but half of each day, and Gawain must choose whether he wanted her to be
fair by day and foul by night, or fair by night and foul by day.
“That is a hard choice indeed,” said Gawain.
“Think,” said the Lady Ragnell.
And Sir Gawain said in a rush, “Oh my dear love, be hideous by day, and fair
for me alone!”
“Alas!” said the Lady Ragnell. “And that is your choice? Must I be hideous
and misshapen among all the Queen’s fair ladies, and abide their scorn and pity,
when in truth I am as fair as any of them? Oh, Sir Gawain, is this your love?”
Then Sir Gawain bowed his head. “Nay, I was thinking only of myself. If it
will make you happier, be fair by day and take your rightful place at court. And
at night I shall hear your soft voice in the darkness, and that shall be my
content.”
“That was indeed a lover’s answer,” said the Lady Ragnell. “But I would be
fair for you, not only for the court and the daytime world that means less to me
than you do.”
And Gawain said, “Whichever way it is, it is you who must endure the most
suffering; and being a woman, I am thinking that you have more wisdom in such
things than I. Make the choice yourself, dear love, and whichever way you
choose, I shall be content.”
Then the Lady Ragnell bent her head into the hollow of his neck and wept
and laughed together. “Oh, Gawain, my dearest lord, now, by seeing that it is for
me to decide, by giving me my own way, by according me the very sovereignty
that was the answer to the original riddle, you have broken the spell completely,
and I am free of it, to be my true self by night and day.”
For seven years Gawain and Ragnell knew great happiness together, and
during all that time Gawain was a gentler and a kinder and more steadfast man
than ever he had been before. But, after seven years she left. No one knew where
she went. And something of Gawain went with her.
PART THREE
Let’s look at the mysterious jewel lying at the heart of the Gawain story. It is the
concept of sovereignty, offered up as the answer to the riddle “What is it that all
women most desire?”
As the answer to the riddle, the knowledge of sovereignty saved Arthur from
certain death. But a deeper feeling for sovereignty that came out of Gawain’s
empathy and compassion for Ragnell solved (actually dissolved) a dilemma that
no amount of thinking could have ever dispelled. By giving the choice back to
her, he accorded (literally, opened his heart to) her sovereignty, and out of that
came transformation.
This is the key to mindful parenting. In honoring our children’s sovereignty,
we make it possible for them to show themselves in their “true seeming” and
find their own way. Both are necessary to come to full adulthood.
How many times do our children seem to be caught up in spells of their own,
captivated by energies that carry them away, turned suddenly into demons,
witches, trolls, ogres, and imps? Can we as parents in those moments, as Gawain
did, see past the surface appearance, at which a part of us may recoil, to the true
being behind the spell? Can we make room in ourselves to love them as they are
without having them have to change to please us? And how many times do we as
parents get caught up in spells of our own, show our children our ferocious side,
the ogre within, or the witch? How much do we secretly yearn to be accepted as
we are by others, and to find our own way in our lives?
In Reviving Ophelia, Mary Pipher points out that the answer to Sigmund
Freud’s patronizing question, “What does a woman want?” is revealed over and
over in her therapy sessions with women, and that although they all want
“something different and particular… each woman wants the same thing—to be
who she truly is, to become who she can become,” to be “the subject of her life,
not the object of others’ lives.”
If sovereignty means being who one truly is and becoming who one can
become, then could it not also be the answer to the larger question, “What does
everyone at heart most desire?” And even, “What does everyone most deserve?”
In our view, sovereignty, understood in this way, is not an external seeking of
power, although to be in touch with it is supremely powerful. It can be thought
of as deeply connected to the Buddhist concept of Buddha Nature, which is
another way of saying our true self. The figure of the Buddha represents the
embodiment of a state of mind and heart, best described as in touch with itself,
conscious, knowing, awake. The Buddhist view is that our individual mind and
Buddha mind are fundamentally the same, and that our deepest work as human
beings is to realize that essential unity. Buddha Nature underlies everything.
Everything is perfectly and uniquely what it is, and yet nothing is separate and
isolated from the whole. So everybody’s true nature is Buddha Nature, and in
that we are all the same. Everybody’s true nature is sovereign. We have only to
recognize it and honor it in other people, in all beings, in our children, and in
ourselves.
Of course, having “only to recognize it” isn’t so easy. It is the work of a
lifetime. We may not know or may have lost touch with what is most
fundamental in ourselves, with our own nature, with what calls to us most
deeply. When we don’t recognize our true nature, and live far from it, we can
create a lot of suffering for ourselves and for others.
The Buddha is sometimes called, “One who has Sovereignty over Himself
or Herself.” Events carry us away, and we lose ourselves. Walking
meditation helps us regain our sovereignty, our liberty as a human being.
We walk with grace and dignity, like an emperor, like a lion. Each step is
life.
What might a fundamental honoring of a child’s own way look like, practically
speaking, for us as parents? After all, what does it really mean to have one’s
way? What is one’s true Way, with a capital W? How is sovereignty experienced
as an adult or as a child? How is it experienced at different ages and stages of
life, and for children with vastly different temperaments?
For one, the honoring of a child’s sovereignty means acknowledging to
ourselves the reality of those very stages and temperaments. It might mean that
the messages an infant gives us are responded to because we are the baby’s
major interface with the world. If the baby cries, we pick her up, we hold her, we
move in with our presence, our listening. We attempt to provide comfort and a
sense of well-being. By doing so, we honor her power to have the world respond
to her; we accord her that respect and teach her that the world does respond, and
that there is a place for her, that she belongs. And we do this as an intentional
practice, whether we feel like it at any given moment or not.
According sovereignty might mean child-proofing our house so that our
toddler is free to explore her environment safely. Yet, even in a relatively safe
environment, toddlers need to be attended to. Just keeping an eye out accords a
toddler sovereignty. It is a form of honoring, a statement that the child deserves
that attention at arm’s length that becomes, in parents of children that age, a sixth
sense, like knowing when the glass is too close to the edge of the table and
moving it just before the child grabs for it, even as we may be in
midconversation with another person.
On the other hand, a steady diet of fearful warnings, such as “Don’t do that,
you’ll hurt yourself” whenever the child is exploring something can undermine a
child’s confidence and instill our fears in her. An alternative might be to give her
the chance to find her own way out of a difficulty, quietly positioning ourselves
to assist her if it becomes necessary. In this way, we allow her to adventure and
problem-solve without injecting our own fears into her bold explorations.
With adolescents, according sovereignty might mean being willing to see past
the ways they choose to appear or assert themselves, which, as expressions of
their inner power, often shock or repulse their elders, relating instead to their
underlying goodness. We accord them sovereignty by listening to them and
trying to understand and appreciate their views, insights, skills, and strengths.
We can also do so by staying abreast of the various forces that may exert
themselves on adolescents in these times. It might mean knowing when to be
silent and leave them alone, and when to reach out, verbally and nonverbally, in
ways that respect their growing autonomy. And sometimes it means setting
definite and clear limits and sticking to them with kindness and firmness.
These are just a few passing examples of how we might accord sovereignty
to children at different ages. As with Dame Ragnell, our true nature is not always
so apparent. The clarity that enables us to see past the veil of appearances and
act in the best interest of our children comes out of our moment-to-moment
awareness. Sovereignty can neither be fully tapped in oneself nor fully accorded
to another by one hopeful act, however important that act or moment may be. It
emerges out of the practice of embracing the present moment with an open,
discerning heart.
Not a day will go by when we do not feel challenged in one way or another,
when we might question our own sovereignty or feel it is in conflict with our
child’s. This is another way of saying that parenting is exhausting at times, and
involves hard work in the same way that being mindful is hard work. As we have
seen, it is a discipline, a calling upon ourselves to remember to be present, to see
and accept our children for who they are, and in doing so, to be and share with
them our best self.
Part of this work is keeping in mind that we cannot solve all our problems or
our children’s problems through thinking alone. For there are other, equally
important intelligences at work in our lives, and as parents, we need to develop
fluency in them ourselves in order to help them emerge in our children. One is
the intelligence of empathy. Gawain felt something for Lady Ragnell. In trusting
his feelings, what we could call his intuition, his heart, he penetrated past
appearances, and past the either-or veil of his own thinking. It was only when he
let go of his attachment to a particular outcome and accepted both the dilemma
and Ragnell’s sovereignty that—in that very moment—an opening occurred, and
with it, a seemingly impossible liberation.
If each moment is truly an opportunity for growth, an occasion to be true to
oneself, a potential branch point leading to one of an infinite number of possible
next moments depending on how this one is seen and held, according
sovereignty to a child in one moment makes room right then and there for his or
her true nature to emerge, to be seen and silently celebrated. In this way, self-
acceptance, self-confidence, and trust in one’s own true nature and path take
root, develop, and mature in the growing child.
The power of empathy and acceptance is immense, and deeply transformative
of both the person receiving them and the person according them. More than
anything else, a careful nurturing of a child’s sovereignty, and an honoring of it
through empathy and acceptance, lie at the heart of mindful parenting.
MELL LAZARUS,
CREATOR OF THE COMIC STRIPS
MOMMA AND MISS PEACH,
AND A NOVELIST
(from: “Angry Fathers,” About Men, New York Times, May 28, 1995)
Empathy
Empathy played a key role in Sir Gawain’s ability to free Dame Ragnell from the
spell she was under. He sensed her pain and he glimpsed, through her eyes, a
beauty and soulfulness beyond appearance, hidden, but there nonetheless:
“Something in her pathetic pride and the way she lifted her hideous head caused
him to think of a deer with the hounds about it. Something in the depth of her
bleared gaze reached him like a cry for help.”
The dog of the castle shows an empathy that puts the humans to shame.
“Only Cabal, the dog, came and licked her hand with a warm wet tongue and
looked up into her face with amber eyes that took no account of her hideous
aspect.” Often, if we are paying attention, dogs and cats can teach us about
sovereignty, empathy, and acceptance. Perhaps that is why we live with them and
they with us. They provide the basic course. Raising children is advanced
training. We enroll whether we are ready for it or not. And who is ever ready?
Much peace and strength from my heart to you. For the nine months of
sweetest meditation. In which, water I could breathe like fish. When food
was so pure not the mouth nor throat were used… Blessings.
When we are born, we leave this harmonious world and emerge into a new
and totally different one. There may be harsh light and cold air. We may hear
loud, unpredictable noises and feel roughness or hardness against our skin. We
feel hunger for the first time. All of this is occurring as raw, pure sensory
experience, with no filters of knowing anything. Imagine being thrust into this
foreign environment, where you depend entirely on the inhabitants’ ability to
understand your language and to be sensitive and responsive to your whole
being, and to what you may need in any given moment.
Why is it so hard sometimes for us to see our infants as fully feeling, fully
experiencing beings? Why is it okay to let them “cry it out” when we would
never ignore the cries of a friend or a lover or even a stranger? What might we
be resisting, or protecting ourselves from, when we distance ourselves from a
baby’s distress?
One thing we may be protecting ourselves from, of course, is more work. It’s
much more labor-intensive in the short run to parent moment by moment in
responsive ways. Tuning in to a child’s body language, trying different things,
being sensitive not to underrespond or overrespond, holding, comforting,
crooning, all take time and energy. More often than not, they can also interrupt
our sleep, literally and metaphorically. It is certainly easier to empathize with our
children when it also meets our own needs. The real test for us comes when it
feels as if their needs are in conflict with ours.
A lack of empathy in such situations may also be a way of protecting
ourselves from the pain we may have experienced when our own physical or
emotional needs were not responded to when we were little. Empathizing with a
child’s vulnerability can be a painful reminder of our own.
One way to avoid having to acknowledge, as adults, our suffering as children
is to revert to a coping mechanism we may have relied on when we were babies
ourselves. In the face of an unresponsive environment, many babies close off
emotionally, withdraw, and tune out. If that is the way we learned to deal with
pain and frustration when we were children, we may continue to do this as
adults, in ways that may be entirely automatic and below our level of awareness.
Rather than tuning in to our baby’s feelings and our own feelings in response, we
might instead ignore them or minimize them with rationalizations such as “Kids
are tough, she’ll adjust,” “Crying won’t hurt her,” and “We don’t want to spoil
her.” Then, we may try to ease our own distress by reaching for food, alcohol,
TV, our electronic devices, or the newspaper to calm ourselves and tune out the
pain.
We may not realize that we have powerful inner resources that extend far
beyond such vehicles of escape. Tuning in and connecting empathically in such
moments is a healthier alternative, and far more satisfying for both parent and
child. Even if we did not learn this in childhood, our babies and children can call
up this primordial capacity from the depths of our being, if we are prepared to
give ourselves over to such deep callings.
In studies where researchers asked mothers to deliberately over-or
underrespond to their infants, rather than matching their feelings in an attuned,
empathic way, the infants responded with immediate dismay and distress.
Reporting on these studies, Daniel Goleman, in his seminal book Emotional
Intelligence, writes:
As babies become toddlers and start to explore the world, they have a natural
curiosity and pleasure in everything around them. At the same time, the world
offers many experiences of frustration as they try to do things they cannot yet do,
limited by motor skills and strength they have yet to develop. While they are
continually venturing out, they still need a loving, emotionally available person
to come back to. Toddlers depend on their parents’ sensitivity and understanding
to create an environment (or in the case of child care, to choose an environment)
that feeds their curiosity, gives them the freedom to safely explore and discover,
and at the same time gives them appropriate limits and boundaries, as well as the
warmth and security they need, in the form of a welcoming lap or being held or
carried.
As our children get older, empathy takes a less physical form, although there
are times when what a child needs is a silent hug, or for us to hold his hand. The
cues we get from older children can be confusing and at times difficult to
understand. One day (or one minute) they may be friendly and communicative,
and the next they can be angry and rejecting. Our ability to communicate with
them, or even its possibility, will depend a great deal on the sense of an enduring
and strong commitment to them on our part, even when they may be questioning
their relationship with us, or rejecting our overtures or inquiries.
Being empathic in the face of rejection requires us to not let our own hurt
feelings get in the way of seeing what our child may be struggling with or what
stresses he or she may be experiencing. In some sense, our children have to feel
us staying connected with them, no matter what repugnant (to our mind) spells
come over them, no matter what dark disguises they try on. We can reject their
behavior without rejecting them. This mindful persistence on our part comes not
out of a desire to control them, or to hold them back, or to cling to them out of
our own neediness, but out of a commitment to be appropriately present for
them, to let them know that they are not alone, that we have not lost sight of who
they are and what they mean to us.
And isn’t it true for all of us that when we are feeling lost, sad, and often
quite toadlike, it helps enormously to feel that the people closest to us are still
our allies, are still able to see and love our essential self? So, as parents, it is our
job to continually rebuild and restore our relationships with our children. This
takes time, attention, and commitment. If we are perpetually absent, or present in
our bodies and absent in our attention and in our hearts, it is less likely that our
child will feel the trust and sense of safety needed to let us know what problems
she or he is facing.
Children have a wonderful ability to cut to the heart of an issue. A friend told
us the following story: One night when her daughter was eight years old, she sat
with her as she tried to go to sleep. Her daughter was overwhelmed by an acute
fear of robbers and kidnappers, something that had surfaced at nighttime for a
number of years. The mother sat on the bed, listening, struggling inwardly with
her desire to reassure her child, to convince her that there was nothing to fear,
and knowing the futility of trying to use reason in the face of her daughter’s deep
and persistent dread.
Taking a different tack, she told her that when she was her age, she also was
very fearful at night. The young girl looked at her mother solemnly and said,
“You were?” She responded with a nod. The daughter was thoughtful for a
moment and then asked with great seriousness, “Could you tell your mommy?”
Her mother paused, thinking back to when she was a child, and said, “No, I
couldn’t.”
At eight years old, her daughter knew from her own direct experience how
important it is to be able to tell someone close to you how you feel. She knew
what it was like to feel an openness and acceptance, an empathic presence from
a parent. Her fears weren’t dismissed, joked about, or belittled. In the grip of this
very real terror, she unquestioningly felt safe enough to tell her mother. She
didn’t have to feel alone in her fear.
As parents, we can learn a great deal about ourselves by bringing
mindfulness to the thoughts and feelings that come up when a child is sharing
something difficult with us. If we can observe our own discomfort—brought on
by certain feelings—and any impulse that might arise in us to smooth over,
dismiss, or belittle particular concerns or fears, the possibility exists of changing
our own automatic behavior and becoming a more empathic and supportive
parent.
Sometimes, in moments when we are called upon to listen, to empathize, to
respond in a caring manner, we may instead find ourselves overwhelming a child
with our own strong feelings and reactions. She may end up feeling that she has
to take care of us, rather than the other way around.
If we can bring mindfulness to those moments in which we find ourselves
moving down a tributary we didn’t mean to take, carried away by our own
emotions, we may be able to sense what is happening within us at that particular
moment, stop, and perhaps change course, choosing a more relational and
empathic alternative. This kind of moment-to-moment awareness reminds us that
we can decide in a more conscious way when it is helpful to share our own
feelings and when it is unnecessary or even destructive. We can learn through an
inner listening when to reach out and when to let things be, when to speak and
when to keep silent, and how to be present in silence so that it is felt by another
as empathic presence rather than as rejection and withdrawal. No one can teach
us these things. We have to learn from our own experience, from attending to the
clues and cues we are given, and to our own mind states as they come and go.
Of course this isn’t easy, and in particularly fraught moments of upset and
conflict, we may find ourselves becoming emotionally reactive and saying things
or acting in ways we will later regret. These “ruptures,” moments of alienation
and disconnection, are an inevitable part of any relationship. Children need to
experience this, too, namely that their parents are human, that at times we can be
insensitive, misattuned, even unempathic—that we can get upset and angry.
Much can be learned from such moments of stress and disconnection, and from
the important process of repair and recovery. As family therapist Daniel Hughes
points out in his book Attachment-Focused Family Therapy, the strength of the
parent-child relationship, which is sometimes referred to as secure attachment, is
based as much on this tumultuous process of rupture followed by repair as it is in
feelings of closeness and safety. Out of such moments can come a felt
experience that parents and children can see and experience things very
differently and still be safe within a loving and trustworthy relationship. Not
only is the relationship strengthened by going through this process, but so, too, is
the child’s sense of autonomy and connection, both of which are essential for
healthy development.
The continual weaving and restoring of empathic connections with our
children is a foundation of mindful parenting. Trying to see things from our
child’s point of view can guide us in the choices we make and help us to
navigate these complex and always-changing currents of connectedness.
Acceptance
I (mkz) am in a shoe store with my daughters. One is four and the other is an
infant. The four-year-old needs new shoes, and there are none that are quite
right. As we are leaving, she starts to yell and scream and grabs a shoe on
display, refusing to let go. Holding her baby sister in one arm, I grab her hand
and get to the door of the store, where I ask an employee to take the shoe from
her. A tugging match ensues. I’m feeling angry and helpless and out of control. I
finally manage to get us outside. She is still screaming and crying, her face
bright red. She is wild, furious that she cannot have new shoes. It is a struggle to
get her into her car seat. In the process, her foot kicks the half-open car door and
breaks the plastic side panel.
How I respond to this whole episode is determined by how I see or don’t see
my child in that moment. At the time, feeling completely overwhelmed by the
intensity of her reaction, I felt angry and not very sympathetic. I wasn’t feeling
particularly empathic, but I didn’t lash out at her, either. It took all my attention
and effort just to get us home and keep her from hurting anyone. It was only later
that I was able to look at what had gone on and feel some sympathy for her as I
started putting together clues in an attempt to understand what had happened.
The possible causes were as disparate as her being overtired, hungry, perhaps
reacting to the fumes from the leather products in the store, coupled with her
frustration over not getting what she wanted, made worse by the larger picture of
having to share me with her baby sister. In all likelihood, it was a combination of
these factors.
In looking back on what happened, I could see that she wasn’t kicking and
crying and destroying the car out of maliciousness or to drive me crazy or to
control me. Her anger over not getting shoes set off a huge reaction that she
couldn’t control. She was in the grip of something, as if under a spell.
There are so many different ways to view what we often call “difficult” or
“negative” behaviors in our children. What might be unacceptable to someone
else might be normal behavior to me, and vice versa. Very often we’re locked
into seeing things in only one way, conditioned by views and emotions that are
frequently unexamined, and that may put social decorum—what other people
might be thinking, or how embarrassed we are feeling—above the emotional
well-being of our children. In such moments, it is easy to feel controlled and
manipulated by our children, to feel completely helpless, and then of course to
feel tremendously angry. We might find ourselves lashing out at them in an
attempt to assert our authority and regain control of the situation.
Since such occasions abound in parenting, we are given plenty of
opportunities to work with these reactive patterns and develop, out of our
awareness and discernment, a more appropriate and nurturing repertoire of
emotional responses. This is where mindfulness of our emotional reactions can
combine with even a modest engagement in formal meditation practice to help
us deepen our natural capacity to be more aware and to see more clearly, as we
describe in Part 4. Formal meditation can function as a kind of laboratory, in
which we can develop a high degree of familiarity with our mind states and
feeling states and how they affect us. We get to watch our thoughts and feelings
arise from moment to moment and to see them as impersonal events in the mind,
much like weather patterns, to which we do not have to react in a particular way,
or in any way at all. Awareness of our emotions simply means consciously
acknowledging that they are there. We simply or not so simply accept that they
are our feelings in the moment, whether we like them or not, without judging
them (which usually means without judging how much we in fact are judging
them).
As we learn to observe and accept our own wide range of feelings, including
very turbulent ones, as part of our effort to be more mindful, we naturally
become more aware of other people’s feelings, especially our children’s. We
come to know something of the landscape of feelings and their changing nature
and are more likely to be sympathetic and less likely, at the same time, to take
them personally. We are better able to accept our children’s experience and their
feelings, even if we may not like how they are behaving. In doing so, we are able
to step out of the limited realm in which we as parents can often find ourselves,
where we are so carried away by our own feelings and our attachment to our
view of things that we cut ourselves off from our children and in some deep way,
from ourselves, and thus, from our ability to work creatively with what is in
front of us in such moments.
How we view what is happening, whether it is with judgment and
disapproval or with an openness to trying to see beneath the surface, strongly
affects our relationships with our children. Viewing our children’s problematic
behaviors (for example, hurting others, being rude or disrespectful) in a less
harsh and judgmental manner allows us to remain their ally and keep a heartfelt
connection with them even though their behavior is not okay, and we need to let
them know that clearly and firmly, and establish some kind of boundary or limit.
Our children will give us countless opportunities to practice seeing and
accepting things as they are through the veils of our own emotional reactivity,
and then acting as best we can based on our understanding of the larger picture.
How we see things always colors what we choose to do. When a baby is crying,
do we see it as a willful attempt to control us or as an expression of discomfort
and her needing something from us? When children begin crawling and
exploring the world around them, do we view their unstoppable curiosity as a
sign of intelligence, strength, and spirit, or as a threat to our control, or—when
they get a bit older—as an act of disobedience? How do we view it when a son is
wildly teasing his sisters, or when a teenage daughter is moody and distant,
critical and demanding, or when a child is so angry that he threatens to run away
from home?
Accepting our children as they are. It sounds so simple. But how often do we
find ourselves wanting our children to act, look, or be different from the way
they actually are in that moment? How often do we want them to be, or look, or
relate the way they were in a different moment, at a different time, and not
accepting—despite all the evidence—that right here, right now, things are not the
way we want them to be but are undeniably the way they are?
When things feel out of control, the impulse may be to reach for whatever
methods we have at our disposal to “discipline” the offender and restore order.
This cycle of “bad behavior” followed by some kind of discipline imposed by us
often does not include any attempt to empathize with what the child is
experiencing. Rather than a difficult moment leading to a greater sense of
understanding and trust between parent and child, distance and alienation can be
created instead.
The alternative to this is a process that is much less clear-cut. There is no set
formula for it. But we can say that it begins with an attempt to be open, to see
our child freshly in that very moment. When we try to do this, we often find that
our view is colored by our own needs, fears, and expectations, and by the extent
of our resources in that moment. These can combine either to filter our vision so
that everything is colored in one particular way or to cloud our vision
completely. In either case, we are no longer seeing the whole picture. Only
certain colors and certain details come through. Our own partial seeing can lead
to habitual negative labeling and judging of our child’s behavior and to sustained
anger and emotional distancing.
If we bring mindfulness into those very moments when we sense ourselves
losing perspective or clarity, perhaps using our breath to ground us in the body,
and if we try looking carefully at what is really happening with our child, we
often find that there is much more going on than what we are reacting to on the
surface. If we assume that there is some underlying reason for a child’s
“difficult” behavior, even if we don’t see it immediately or understand what is
going on, we may be able to be a little more sympathetic and accepting. When
we are able to put aside our habitual, often critical ways of seeing disruptive or
difficult behavior, we may begin to see that wild, loud, or even angry behavior is
not necessarily “negative.” Sometimes children are acting out as a way of
regaining their equilibrium. They may have felt constrained by school or by the
demands of homework and need outlets for their energy, their vitality, their
agency.
Over the years, in moments when our children have been particularly wild,
silly, goofy, or generally provoking, it has helped me (mkz) to view such
behaviors as a form of discharging or releasing, an important way for them to let
things out rather than hold them in. Sometimes young children are bursting with
uncontrolled energy. At other times, they may be expressing deep, subterranean
emotion. Even when they are falling apart, yelling, screaming, kicking and
banging, seeing such behavior as a passing expression of their inner state makes
me more tolerant. Resisting simply isn’t helpful in such situations. As much as I
want to control and change things in moments like this, I usually can’t. Viewing
such behavior as a normal release helps me to get some perspective on it and not
take it so personally. I can choose to be more sanguine. It also gives them the
freedom to express their feelings and try out different behaviors that often arise
spontaneously, instead of being locked by a rigid parental authority into a
narrowly defined framework of what is acceptable in the domain of being.
There are times when we might find it helpful to view an emotional outburst
the way we view suddenly inclement weather. Sometimes we just have to sit out
such an eruption the way we might sit out a thunderstorm. Do we think of
thunderstorms as manipulative—a word that often comes up when children are
not acting the way we want them to? Sometimes the only way our children have
to start fresh is to erupt. When disequilibrium builds up for whatever reason,
discharging it may be the only way to achieve the peace that follows in its wake,
the sigh, the letting go. Children sometimes have to push us away and find a new
space within themselves before there can be the possibility of a reconciliation, a
reconnecting, and a new beginning.
Every time that we resisted, fought with, attempted to control, or commented
negatively about this energy, we only made it worse. In such moments, it helps
to find ways to move with our children rather than only to offer resistance, to
work with them, rather than against them.
Sometimes this calls for engaging their energy directly. If a toddler or even a
school-age child is getting wild and a bit out of control, he might like to wrestle
with you, or play some other very physical game that allows him to let out his
energy but in a more focused, grounded way. Once you have connected with
him, you can more easily help him to make the transition to whatever it is he
needs in that moment.
If we are observant, over time we can begin to identify the early warning
signs that a storm is brewing. We can then work with our children in peaceful
moments, when they are more receptive, and encourage them to pay attention to
how they feel in those prestorm moments. They can begin to ask themselves:
“Am I tired?” “Am I hungry?” “Am I mad, or sad?” Slowly, over time, as they
get older, our children can learn to ask for what they need, whether it’s a quiet
time in their room alone, or a hug, or a warm bath, or a snack, or a rough-and-
tumble game. We can also look back at what happened and talk about it together.
Depending on their age, we can share what we sensed and saw in terms of what
they might have been feeling (“You sounded really frustrated.” “You seemed
really upset with me.” “You wanted this very badly, and I said no.”) and listen to
what they say in response. Going through this kind of process can strengthen our
relationships in the aftermath of these inevitable emotional storms.
We can also let them know how their behavior affects us and others around
them (for example, making it difficult to listen to them, pushing us away, etc.).
With school-age children, we can ask them if they have any ideas about how
they might express their feelings and needs so that they can be better heard. In
this way they learn that they can reflect on their experience and perhaps see that
they have some choices in regard to expressing their strong feelings. They can
also begin to recognize and become more familiar with strong emotions in
general: “Anger feels like this,” “Sadness feels like this,” “Fear feels like this.”
Some of the ways in which our children behave may on occasion trigger
volcanic feelings and destructive behaviors in us. These reactive patterns might
have been part of the landscape of our own childhood, and we may have
absorbed them without even knowing it. They tend to surface in particular
situations when similar conditions arise. Our reactions can take the form of
unconscious posturing, tension, self-righteousness, contempt, intolerance,
cruelty, and catastrophic thinking.
Any behavior can be seen in its worst light, but most behaviors can be seen in
a more understanding and accepting way. When we have been raised in an
environment of mistrust, when we have been hurt by suspicion and judgment,
when we have been belittled or ridiculed, we are primed to fall into these
familiar patterns and repeat them with our children. To break out of them takes
ongoing moment-to-moment awareness. It helps to be aware of what we are
saying, how we are saying it, and the effect we are having on our children. Every
time we are able to see a little more clearly our own reactive patterns and where
they come from, we have the possibility of embodying new and healthier
responses.
Too many children and adults live with the feeling that they are not accepted
for who they are, that somehow they are “disappointing” their parents or not
meeting their expectations—that somehow they don’t “measure up.” How many
parents spend their time focusing on the ways in which their child is “too this” or
“too that,” or “not enough of this or that”? A great deal of unnecessary pain and
grief is caused by this withholding, judging behavior. When has parental
disapproval in the form of shaming or humiliating or withholding ever been a
positive influence on a child’s behavior? It might result in obedience, but at what
cost to the child, and the adult the child becomes?
Parents don’t have to like or agree with everything their children do, or the
ways in which they choose to live when they are older. There are always going
to be differences. But when a child, no matter how old, feels our acceptance,
when he feels our love, not just for his easy-to-live-with, lovable, attractive, and
agreeable self, but also for his difficult, repulsive, exasperating self, it can free
him to become more balanced and whole. Children can face all sorts of
difficulties and challenges if they can come back to the well of our unconditional
love. For it is in our recognizing and accepting them as they are that inner
growth and healing take place.
PART FOUR
RYOKAN
EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY
JAPANESE ZEN MASTER, HERMIT,
CALLIGRAPHER, POET
An Eighteen-Year Retreat
Just as it might be useful to look at our children as little Buddhas or Zen Masters
in order to help us to parent them better and to continue to grow ourselves, I
(jkz) have often felt that parenting could be looked at as an extended meditation
retreat, an opportunity to do a certain kind of deep and concentrated inner work
of potentially profound and continuing benefit to children and parents alike
within a family.
Usually meditation retreats last for days, weeks, or months, but in this case,
the “parenting retreat” would last on the order of at least eighteen years per
child. Of course, the demands of parenting from day to day are very different
from those of a secluded and intensive meditation retreat, but seeing them as
related ways of engaging in sustained inner work has energized and buoyed me
at times in bringing a tenacious and overarching perspective to the calling of
parenting and to the years of attention, caring, and wisdom that it asks of us.
What then is a meditation retreat? What is its purpose? And how might
seeing parenting as a kind of retreat help us understand and deepen what is being
asked of us when we engage in mindful parenting, even for those of us who
don’t meditate regularly or who have no personal experience of such retreats?
And how might looking at parenting in this way contribute to our own growth
and development?
A meditation retreat is an opportunity to do a certain kind of inner work on
ourselves that is extremely difficult to do outside of the retreat setting because of
all the competing obligations, distractions, and enticements of everyday life. On
retreat, because we are off in a special place for an extended period of time,
away from the demands of family and work, we have a rare and precious chance
to simplify our lives and give great care and attention to the domain of being.
Meditation retreats are often guided by one or more skilled teachers who
serve to encourage, inspire, guide, instruct, and listen to the experiences of the
retreatants. The basic practice consists mostly of periods of sitting and walking,
all in silence, typically from early morning to late at night. Just sitting. Just
walking. Usually there is a period of work as well, also silent, so that the same
mind that we cultivate in sitting and walking can be brought to cleaning the
bathroom, or washing pots, or weeding the garden. What the task is is not so
important… the mind that we bring to it is exquisitely important.
Attention is directed primarily inwardly, toward a few basic aspects of life
experience that are ordinarily taken completely for granted, such as the breath
flowing in and out, and what there is to be perceived moment by moment in your
own body and in your own mind. Other than that, you eat, also in silence, and
you sleep. Usually there is no reading, no writing, no computers, no Internet, no
devices of any kind, and either very limited or no phone calls, so you are really
on your own, except for occasional interviews with the teacher. Such retreats can
be extremely arduous and challenging, and deeply healing.
Initially the mind can be very active or agitated, but over time it can
gradually settle and become deeply concentrated and one-pointed. Sometimes it
can remain focused and relatively balanced and still over extended periods of
time. Through the disciplined cultivation of attention, coupled with recognition
and acceptance of what you are observing, you can come to know the landscape
of your own mind and your own heart in radically new ways. A highly
penetrative awareness can develop, providing a deep look into the very nature of
your own being, underneath surface appearances, attachments, and personal
history. Intensive and sustained attention of this kind can sometimes catalyze
profound insights—awakenings that are truly enlightening—and can reveal you
to yourself and illuminate life in ways you may never have known or thought
possible.
Intensive meditation practice is both a mirror and also a profound purification
process. We may come to a larger and more accurate way of seeing, which can
give rise to deep learning about ourselves and an equally deep letting go, perhaps
most importantly, a letting go of whatever we find we identify with in absolute
and rigid ways… our attachments to things, our ways of seeing, our fixed ideas.
In paying sustained attention to your own mind, you can discover that the
mind actually behaves in fairly structured ways, in patterns that are recognizable,
if sometimes excruciatingly repetitive and unrelenting. You might come to see,
just by sitting and walking in silence, how ceaselessly the stream of thinking
flows, how chaotic the thought process is (the order within it is sometimes
difficult to discern), and how unreliable and inaccurate most of our thoughts are.
You might come to see how reactive the mind is and how powerful its emotional
storms are.
You might see that the mind spends enormous amounts of time in the past
(reminiscing, resenting, or blaming) and in the future (worrying, planning,
hoping, and dreaming). You might see that the mind tends constantly to judge
itself and everything else depending on whether an experience is felt to be
pleasant, unpleasant, or neutral at any particular moment. You might see how
strong the mind’s attachments are, its incessant identification with things and
opinions, and how so much of the time it is driven by wishful thinking and the
desire to be somewhere else, to have things and relationships be different from
how they actually are.
You might see how hard it is for the mind to settle into the present moment as
it is, but also that over time, the mind can actually calm down enough to see
much of this ceaseless activity that it is engaged in and come to an inner stillness
and calmness and balance that is less easily disturbed by its own activity.
If you are motivated enough to stick with the practice through the hard times,
if you can stay with the pain in your body that may come from long periods of
sitting still, if you can stay with the yearning in the mind for talk, or for
entertainment and distraction and novelty, if you can stay with the boredom, the
resistance, the grief, the terror, and the confusion that can and do arise on
occasion, and if, all the while, you ruthlessly and with utter kindness and
gentleness, without expectations, persist in simply observing whatever comes up
in the field of your awareness, moment by moment, you may come to encounter,
at certain points in your practice, great oceanlike depths of silence, well-being,
and wisdom within your own mind.
For in many ways, the mind does resemble a body of water, a veritable ocean.
Depending on the season, the weather, and the winds, the surface can be
anything from completely calm and flat to hugely tumultuous and turbulent, with
forty-foot waves or higher. But even at its most stormy, if one goes down deep
enough, the water is still.
Persisting in the practice, we might come to see on such a retreat that our
own mind is much the same, that calmness and deep stillness are intrinsic to its
nature, that they are always present, and that even when we are caught up in
huge storms of emotional turmoil, for whatever reasons, the calmness and the
stillness and the capacity to be aware are still here, underneath, embedded in and
an integral part of our being. They can be called upon and used, not to extinguish
the surface turbulence of the mind (just as we don’t try to flatten the waves on
the ocean), but to understand it and to provide a larger container for it, a context
in which the very turbulence itself can be held, seen, and even used to deepen
our understanding.
We may come to see that our thoughts and emotions do not have to carry us
away or blind us in one way or another, as so frequently happens in life. Nor do
we have to make any effort to suppress them to be free from much of the
suffering they contain or engender.
Working in this way with the activity of our own mind, we might also come
to see that it is a fiction that we are isolated, separate, and alone. We might see
that “I,” “me,” and “mine” are themselves thoughts—powerful, deeply rooted,
and tenacious habits of mind, but thoughts all the same. Beneath the sense of
ourselves as being separate and preoccupied so much of the time with concerns
about our individual self and our own personal gains and losses, we might see
that we are part of a flowing movement of wholeness that is larger than we are
and to which we belong.
We might see that there is a deep mystery in our individual life emerging
from the union of our parents and, before them, of their parents, and so on back
into time; that we are an intermediary between our parents and our children,
between all those who have come before, who we will never know, and all those
who will come after our children’s children’s children, who we will also never
know.
We may come to see that the deepest nature of the universe is that it is one
seamless whole, and that everything that is is an aspect of everything else. We
may come to see that everything is embedded in and reflected in everything else,
part of a larger wholeness, and that interconnectedness and interdependence are
the root relationships out of which meaning and the particulars of our fleeting
and constantly changing individual lives arise.
And you may come to see with fresh eyes and a new understanding and
appreciation that, together with the ways in which the unfolding of life is
impersonal, it is all the same, very personal. You may realize directly, as the
veils of thinking and strong attachment thin, that right now and right here, you
are who you are, that the being that is you is unique, with your own face and
character and desires, with a particular history that is the legacy of having the
parents that you had and growing up the way you did, and with your own unique
and mysterious path or calling that can infuse your life with vision and passion.
You work where you work, you live where you live, your responsibilities are
your responsibilities, your children are your children, your hopes are your hopes,
your fears your fears.
We might come to see that “separate” and “not separate” are just thoughts
attempting to describe a deeper reality that is us. We might see the possibility of
living more gracefully, knowing that the things that happen to us are happening
to us, yet also knowing that it is not entirely wise to take them personally,
because everything is also impersonal, and it is problematic—Buddhists would
say impossible—to point to a solid, permanent “you” who is there to take them
personally. You are certainly who you are, and you are responsible for many
things, but you are certainly not who you think you are, because thinking itself is
limited, and your true nature is limitless.
On retreat, we might also come to know that we are not our body, not our
thoughts, not our emotions, not our ideas and opinions, not our fears and our
insecurities and our woundedness, even though they are an intimate part of our
experience and can influence our lives enormously, much like the weather can
influence the surface of the ocean. Their influence is particularly strong if we
form strong and unconscious attachments to them, to which we cling for dear
life, and through which we see everything as through dark, or light, or colored,
or kaleidoscopic glasses.
We are not our ideas and opinions. If we could live our lives knowing this,
and take off the glasses through which we filter our experience, what a
difference it might make in the way we see, in our choices, and the way we
conduct our lives from day to day. This insight alone might cause us to see
ourselves very differently, to see our parenting very differently, and indeed, to
live differently.
We may also see that like everybody else, we are only here very briefly, but
that brief moment we call a lifetime is also infinitely long if we can bring
awareness to our moments, since there are, to a first approximation, infinite
moments in any lifetime. In living in the present, we step out of clock time into a
timeless present. Such experiences may show us that we are not entirely bound
by time.
We might, thus, also begin to know something about impermanence, since
nothing we focus our attention on endures for long. Each breath comes and goes,
sensations in the body come and go, thoughts come and go, emotions come and
go, ideas and opinions and desires come and go, moments come and go, days
and nights come and go. We may see that, similarly, seasons and years come and
go, youth comes and goes, jobs and people come and go. Even mountains and
rivers and species come and go. Nothing is fixed. Nothing is permanent,
although things may appear that way to us. Everything is always moving,
changing, becoming, dissolving, emerging, evolving, in a complex dance, the
outer dance of the world not so different from the inner dance of our own mind.
We might see that our children are also part of this dance… that, like us, they,
too, are only brief visitors to this beautiful and strange world, and our time with
them even briefer, its duration unknown.
Might not this realization strike us deeply and teach us something of great
value? Might it not suggest how precious the time we do share together with our
children is, and how to hold our essentially fleeting moments with them in
awareness? Might it not influence how we hug and kiss our children, and say
good night to them, and watch them sleep, and wake them in the morning?
Might such understanding not influence how we respond to them when, in
seeking to find their own ways, they scrape up against our ideas and opinions,
the limits of our patience, and our ego investments in being right and all-
knowing, forgetting in those moments what we actually know that is far larger
and more life-affirming?
Perhaps taking on parenting as a kind of meditation retreat, and doing the
inner work of mindful parenting day by day and moment by moment in the same
spirit of concentrated and sustained effort of attention and presence as on a
retreat would help us to realize the enormous power in seeing and remembering
the larger context of wholeness so that we are not lost in the surface waves of
our own minds and our sometimes narrowly conceived and clung-to lives.
Perhaps we would hold our moments differently. Perhaps they would not slip by
so unnoticed.
Perhaps we would care more, and care differently, and attend more, and
attend differently, if we held in our own minds and hearts what we already
deeply know but usually forget. Perhaps we would know how to stand in our
own life, on our own feet, and feel the earth beneath us and the wind in our face
and around our body, and know the place as here, and the time as now, and honor
the mysterious wisdom that resides within all beings and within our children.
These glimpses are some of what might be seen and realized through
intensive practice on an extended mindfulness meditation retreat. Retreats are of
great and abiding value when we can arrange our lives to go off from time to
time to practice in this way. But there are also many times when it may not be
possible, necessary, or advisable to go off someplace else for an extended period,
especially when we are juggling the responsibilities of parenting, family life, and
work.
This is where the metaphor of seeing the whole experience of parenting as an
extended meditation retreat may be useful. It is not that parenting is a retreat
from the world, although to some extent, family life can buffer the stress of the
outer world and create feelings of inner security and peace. Rather, it is that we
are using the very circumstances of the world and of parenting as best we can,
and usually under difficult conditions, to help us cultivate mindfulness, look
deeply into our lives, and let our doing come out of our being, not just from time
to time, but concertedly, as a way of life.
The daily schedule of family life, of course, is much more complex and
chaotic than on retreat. It will change as our children change and grow,
sometimes from day to day, sometimes moment by moment. But the essence of
the practice of mindfulness is always the same: as best we can, to be fully
present, discerning what is actually happening to whatever degree possible—not
always so easy, as we have seen—and if action is needed, to act with
intentionality, awareness, and kindness. Our interior work can be anchored by a
daily period of formal practice at a convenient time, but the major commitment
will of necessity be the cultivation of mindfulness in everyday life, responding to
the ever-arising calls of parenting from moment to moment and from day to day,
allowing each day and each moment to provide the arena for a deepening of
mindfulness.
In this way, waking up in the morning is waking-up meditation. Brushing
your teeth is brushing-your-teeth meditation. Not getting to brush your teeth
because the baby is crying is not-getting-to-brush-your-teeth-and-taking-care-of-
the-baby-first meditation, and so on. Getting the children dressed, getting food
on the table, getting them off to school, going to work, diapering, shopping,
making arrangements, cleaning up, cooking, everything becomes part of our
practice of mindfulness. Everything.
The Importance of Practice
There is no doubt that just hearing about the importance of being more present,
more aware, more empathic, and more accepting in one’s life and, particularly, in
one’s parenting can be suggestive enough to some people to put them on a
different track, to awaken them to their own capacity to, as Thoreau put it,
“affect the quality of the day” intentionally, to inspire them to new openness and
sensitivity in their lives and in their parenting.
But we also know that the human mind has its own particular way of
operating, which makes it difficult for most of us to “just wake up” all of a
sudden. To get in touch with the present moment usually requires effort and
consistency. Seeing clearly is not something that easily sustains itself. For
instance, we may catch only occasional glimpses or vague intimations of our
own sovereignty and our capacity to embody it in everyday life. Insight and
transformation do not, as a rule, come easily to us as human beings.
We have to practice learning to live in the present. We have to practice
seeing with eyes of wholeness. Why? Because, perhaps due to the nature of the
human mind, we spend much of our lives practicing the exact opposite of
mindfulness. We practice not living in the present moment. We practice being
carried away from ourself, from our sovereignty, from our interconnectedness by
our thoughts and feelings, by our likes and dislikes. We practice anxiety. We
practice getting angry. We practice grasping for what we most want. And the
more we practice, through repeating these patterns in our lives, the “better” we
get at them, and the harder they are to break out of.
This is why mindful parenting has to be understood as a practice, a discipline,
and not simply a philosophy or a good idea. As a practice, it helps us liberate
ourselves from the deep patterns in our minds and in our lives that keep us apart
from ourselves and from the only moments we have in which to live and grow
and affirm our interconnectedness.
We are using the word practice somewhat differently from the way it is
ordinarily thought of. Practice here means “embodying presence and
wakefulness right now.” It is not like practicing the piano or a dance step. It is
not an exercise or a rehearsal. It is not to get better at something by repeating it
over and over again, although a deepening does happen the more you practice
being mindful.
Every time you pick up your baby, if you do it with awareness, it is practice.
It is a matter of being fully there. And what does “being fully there” mean? It
means “being fully here.” It means knowing that you are picking up your baby
while you are picking up your baby. It means being in touch with feeling,
smelling, touching, listening, holding, breathing, with whatever is happening,
and embracing it all in awareness as you do whatever it is that your intuition, and
your baby, and the moment tell you is what needs doing, whether it is feeding,
diapering, dressing, singing, or something else. This something else can include
nothing at all. It may be that nothing is called for other than just being as present
as you can be in that moment.
You do not have to be “good” at this, and certainly judging yourself is not
part of the spirit of being mindful. It’s good enough to be present in this
particular moment. Why? Because you already are. Why not be here
completely? Then you might be able to taste wholeness in this very moment,
because it is always here, now, to be seen, felt, and embraced. We are separate
and yet not separate at the same time.
So practice simply means intentionally remembering to be fully present with
whatever comes up so that you are not on automatic pilot or acting mechanically.
When you are picking up the baby, you are picking up the baby. When you are
hugging your child, you are there with hugging your child. When you are setting
a limit or communicating an expectation, you are fully present for that. Your
mind is not off someplace else, or if it is, you are aware of that, too, and so can
bring it back. It is simple, but it is not so easy, because our minds are so readily
carried off elsewhere.
There are many, many ways to practice. There is no aspect of life or of
parenting that cannot become practice simply by bringing it intentionally into
awareness and holding it in awareness as it unfolds. The more we are willing to
pay attention, the more firmly grounded we become in mindfulness and in
mindful parenting. Each one of us has all the equipment we need to do this inner
and outer work. Each child, each circumstance, each breath, every moment, it is
all here, waiting to be embraced right now. If we approach life in this way, then,
as Thoreau was suggesting, affecting the quality of the day truly becomes an art
form. It is an ongoing refining of how we live and are in the world, allowing
ourselves to be refined by what each day provides.
Breathing
How then do we get started with mindful parenting in a way that feels
comfortable and authentic? Do we wait for “the right moment,” or do we take
our moments as they come, such as they are? Do we have to begin in pregnancy
or with the birth of our first child in order for this to “work,” or can we begin
anytime, wherever we are in our lives?
Habits of mind being what they are, we will probably be breaking healthy
new ground for ourselves if we decide not to wait for a largely fictitious
“opportune time” to begin, but rather seize the moments that we have, ragged
and ratty and messy as they may be.
Resolving to begin where we are, and now, with the resources at hand,
already puts us in the spirit of mindfulness practice. We can explore for
ourselves the value of being fully present no matter what is happening and
precisely where we are right now, whether we are just starting out as a parent,
have grown children, or are a grandparent.
One way to get started on the practice of mindful parenting is to cultivate a
certain intimacy with your own breathing in quiet moments and right through the
day. Your breath is flowing constantly. It is always present. It is deeply
connected to your life, to your body, and to your emotional states. Becoming
aware of the breath brings mind and body into the present moment with
wakefulness and clarity of perception.
You might try touching base with your breath right now, and see if you can
keep it in the forefront of your awareness for a few minutes. The basic idea is to
feel the breath as it moves in and out, knowing that the breath is coming in as it’s
coming in and that the breath is going out as it’s going out. You can experiment
with dropping in on the breath and “riding the waves” of inbreath and outbreath
with full attention, feeling their rising and falling much as you would feel the
movement if you were in a rubber raft, floating on gentle waves. Later on, in
other moments, you can try bringing awareness of your breathing into whatever
it is that you find yourself doing, and as you deal with whatever it is you are
facing.
You may quickly discover as you do this that your mind, like all our minds,
has a life of its own. It may not want to remember the breath and stay in touch
with it. It isn’t used to sustaining awareness. You will find that like all our
minds, it goes here and there constantly, to the past, to the future, and invariably
from one thought to another and one feeling to another, one desire to another. It
is even more this way when we are feeling pressed for time, or dealing with
problems, or conflicted in one way or another. Anybody who sits down to follow
their breathing in stillness for the first time, for even a few minutes, discovers
this state of affairs right away. It applies even when the outer conditions are
peaceful.
Through ongoing practice, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the
breath that extends your awareness into whatever else is happening in your
world at that moment. Cultivating awareness in this way allows the deep
potential in each moment to become available to you.
The value of cultivating an awareness of your own breathing will grow on
you as you work at it. It lights up the present moment and helps you hold it with
greater calmness and clarity. But extending an awareness of the breath into any
activity in any moment takes energy and commitment. It is a looking out for and
a looking into, so it is a looking and a seeing, what might be called discernment,
or wise attention. You can bring this awareness to any aspect of your life: the
breath and diapering; the breath and shopping; the breath and eye contact; the
breath and playing with your children, or reading to them, or being firm about
something, or putting them to bed, or talking with an older child; the breath and
cooking dinner; the breath and juggling ten things at once and feeling like you
are about to lose it; the breath and having lost it and now having to somehow
pick up the pieces and move on. This takes no extra time. Only remembering.
Diapering, cleaning up messes, breaking up fights, rushing here and there,
sitting around worrying and feeling anxious, working or playing, “on” time or
“off” time, are all appropriate occasions for using your own breathing to be more
present.
Practice as Cultivation
You can cultivate mindfulness in your life and in your family just like you can
cultivate tomatoes or corn in a garden, and this cultivating is what we mean
when we speak of practice. The key role in any cultivation is tending that which
has been planted, whether we are talking about our intention to be more mindful
or about tending to the growth of our children. Tending means “attending,”
which comes from attention. These words all carry in them the quality of being
present, wakeful, stretched toward, in readiness, conscious. The feeling extends
to being tender, an extending of oneself through care and caring.
This tending or attending is the heart of mindfulness practice. Just as young
plants require protection and support as part of their tending, so it is with
children, and so it is, as well, with a nascent mindfulness practice. If you wish to
undertake mindful parenting, the very intention, as well as your efforts to
practice, need to be protected or they will be easily trampled by the chaotic
circumstances and constant demands of our lives, and soon abandoned. Creating
a supportive framework for our intentions and efforts to cultivate mindfulness in
our lives can be extremely helpful.
This framework consists of specific formal and informal exercises and
disciplines that together make up the practice of mindfulness. The formal
practices take some time. Whether you want to practice in this way and how
much is always up to you. As we have seen, the informal practices, such as being
in touch with your breathing throughout the day, don’t take any time. They just
take attention, and remembering.
Although we are all mindful from time to time in a conventional sense, to
sustain meditative, nonjudgmental, nonreactive awareness, it’s very helpful to
generate and regenerate the intention to be mindful. Part of it is learning how to
get out of our own way, to not be so ruled by our thoughts and emotions. Usually
we have to learn that lesson over and over again. It is done by observing our
thoughts and feelings and practicing not getting carried away by them.
As with cultivating corn or tomatoes, discipline is necessary here, too. Not an
outwardly imposed discipline, but the inner self-discipline of ongoing tending.
As we have seen, mindfulness is a means for staying in touch, or touching base
periodically with what T. S. Eliot called the “still point of the turning world.”
Because mindfulness practice and raising children really demand the same
basic grounding in attention and self-discipline, it is not that big a stretch to
attempt to cultivate them together. In doing so, each feeds, deepens, and supports
the other.
In the Zen tradition of meditation, people are fond of saying that the practice
is nothing special. The practice is nothing special in the same way that being a
mother or giving birth is nothing special, that being a father is nothing special,
that being a farmer and bringing things forth from the land is nothing special,
even that being alive is nothing special. That is all true in a way, but try telling
that to a mother or a father or a farmer. “Nothing special” also means very
special. The utterly ordinary is utterly extraordinary. It all depends on how you
see things, and whether you are willing to look deeply, and live by what you see
and feel and know.
Free Within Our Thinking
When we ask people who have gone through the MBSR program what the most
important things were that they got from it, they invariably say two things. The
first is “The breathing.” The second is “Knowing that I am not my thoughts.”
Of course, everybody was breathing before they came to the program, so
what they mean by “the breathing” is a new awareness of their own breathing
and the discovery of how powerful mindfulness of the breath can be when
cultivated in periods of quiet and when brought to the activities of daily living.
The second statement points to the fact that most of us are at best only
vaguely aware that we are thinking all the time. We may not experience this in a
forceful way until we start systematically paying attention to our breathing and
we begin observing, nonjudgmentally, what is on our minds, and how difficult it
is to stabilize our attention, to keep our focus on anything, even on something as
simple as the breath.
When we start paying attention to the breath and to what is on our minds that
carries us away from the breath, we come to see almost immediately that
thinking is going on all the time and that most of our thoughts are opinionated
and either partially or wholly inaccurate. We see that much of our thinking is
preoccupied with judging and evaluating our perceptions and generating ideas
and opinions about things. We also see that our thinking is complex, chaotic,
unpredictable, frequently inconsistent, and contradictory.
This stream of thinking is going on all the time, virtually unexamined and
unknown by us. Our thoughts really do seem to have a life of their own. They
are like clouds coming and going, events in the field of our consciousness. Yet
from them, we are constantly creating models of reality in our minds in the form
of ideas and opinions about ourselves and others and the world, and then
believing them to be true and frequently denying evidence to the contrary.
Not knowing that thoughts are just thoughts can get us into trouble in
virtually every aspect of our lives. Knowing it can help us stay out of the traps
our own mind sets for us. This is especially true in parenting.
For instance, if you have the thought “Tom is lazy,” you will easily believe
that this is true about Tom, rather than see that it is just your opinion. Then,
every time you see Tom, you will tend to see him as lazy and not see all the other
aspects of who he is that are blocked or filtered out by your strong opinion, for
which you may or may not have much evidence. As a consequence, you may
only relate to him in a limited way, and his response to how you treat him may
only confirm and reinforce your view. In reality, you have made Tom lazy in
your mind. You are not able to see Tom as Tom, for who he is as a whole being,
rather than just the one attribute you are fixated on, which may only be true to a
degree, if at all, or may change depending on circumstances. This attitude on
your part may make it impossible for you to connect with him in any meaningful
way, because everything you say or do will be “loaded” in a way that he may
feel, and feel uncomfortable about, and that you may not even recognize as
coming from you.
Teachers sometimes do this. Parents do, too. For in truth, we are all doing
this, not just with children and other people, but with ourselves. We tell
ourselves that we are too this or not enough that. We label ourselves. We judge
ourselves. Then we believe it. In believing it, we narrow our view of what is real
and what is true, and our view takes on aspects of a self-fulfilling prophecy. It
limits and confines us and our children. It can be a source of major suffering.
And it blinds us to the possibilities for transformation in ourselves and in others,
because we carry around a rigid view of things that tends to be fixed and does
not see things in terms of multiple dimensions, complexity, wholeness, and
constant change.
So when practicing mindfulness, it is important to see your thoughts as
thoughts and not simply as “the truth.” Feeling states can also be looked at in
this way, since our feelings are intimately tied to our thoughts.
When we look at our thoughts and feelings in this way, we can sometimes
experience a loosening of the grip of personal pronouns. In such moments, it
may no longer be “my” thought, but just “a” thought; not “my” feeling, but
simply “a” feeling. This can free us from a strong attachment to “our” thoughts
and opinions and feeling states, and give us more perspective and latitude.
Whether it is a feeling of annoyance or embarrassment, impatience or anger,
recognizing its presence in awareness and knowing what it is (“annoyance,
embarrassment, impatience, anger feels like this”) opens up new choices for us
so that we won’t necessarily get lost or stuck in it or react mindlessly. It doesn’t
mean we won’t take our feelings or our thoughts seriously, or that we won’t act
on them. But an awareness of thoughts as thoughts and feelings as feelings can
help us to act more appropriately, and to be more in touch with ourselves and
with the needs of the situation.
Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
One day, I (jkz) received a letter from Caitlin, the daughter of a friend. She had
chosen to do a project for school on Zen Buddhism and wanted to go beyond
what she could learn from the few written sources that were available to her. Her
father had suggested she write to me. Her letter was so beautifully composed,
her tone so self-possessed, her questions so filled with genuine interest, that I sat
down on the spot and tried as best I could to convey to her a sense of the beauty
and the depth of the Zen perspective on meditation practice. I realized later that
my response touched on elements of meditation practice in ways that might be
helpful to adults, and so I include it here.
In general, we believe that we have to be very careful in offering meditation
to children, and that parents may not be the best people to teach it to their
children. It is wonderful, of course, when they see you meditating. Sometimes,
when our children were little, they would come and sit on my (jkz) lap as I was
sitting. I would wrap them up in my blanket and arms, continuing to sit silently.
When they were ready to go, I would open the blanket and they would emerge. If
they said, “Daddy, I’m hungry,” that was the end of my formal practice that
morning. Still, in the spirit of bringing mindfulness to all aspects of our
parenting, it is important to be sensitive to what is coming from our children, and
what we may be forcing on them from our desire to have them value what we
value. Now, there are several resources for parents who want to try to meditate
with their young children, in the form of books such as Sitting Still Like a Frog
and Building Emotional Intelligence, both of which have guided meditation CDs
that approach practice with a very light and playful touch (see Suggested
Reading).
In Caitlin’s case, the impulse to learn about meditation came from her. You
might say that my response was an attempt to provide her with some tools for
cultivating her own garden. What I found out was that she was quite a gardener
already. With her permission, I share parts of my letters to her and some of the
poems she sent me.
Dear Caitlin:
Thank you for your wonderful letter of January 31. I was happy to hear
that you are excited about Zen and Buddhism, and I think it is great that
you are taking your interest out beyond the usual sources from which we
gather information when we have a project such as yours. Books can be
very helpful, and I have enclosed a few of my favorites here, which I hope
you will dip into every now and again, as what they say to you will
change over time. But especially in Zen, you have to go beyond what the
books say, to EXPERIENCE what they are pointing to, to really
understand what it is about.
What Zen and Buddhism are really about is KNOWING WHO YOU
ARE. You might say, “Well, that is silly. Of course I know who I am!”
Then you might say, “I am Caitlin and I am 11 years old.” But “Caitlin” is
just a sound (we call it a name, and a very beautiful one) that your parents
gave to you when you were born. And 11 years old is just the number of
times the Earth has circled the Sun since you were born. Weren’t you
“you” before you got the name Caitlin? Also, are you the same “you” that
you were when you were five, or when you were two? Of course you are;
and also you’re not, because you are always growing, and changing. What
you thought then, or wanted then, or felt then may not be what you think
or want or how you feel now. But the deep something that is “you” is still
you and will always be you.
But can you see that this is also a little mysterious, the question of who
you are? So Zen is about knowing yourself, understanding yourself, and
knowing what that means. Part of what it means is knowing that some
kinds of knowing and understanding are beyond words, and beyond
thinking, and beyond anybody being able to tell you about. This knowing
is very personal and intuitive. That is why much of Zen is in the form of
poetry and impossible riddles. They cut through the thinking mind, and
point to something beyond it, which is freer, and more fundamental. That
doesn’t mean that thinking is “bad.” Thinking is great, and very
important, and it is necessary to learn how to think well. But it is not all
there is, and thinking, if you’re not careful, can dominate your life and
make you forget the deeper, more feeling, more intuitive, more artistic
aspects of your being, of your true self (as the Buddhists call it… who you
“really” are… beyond your name, your age, your opinions, your likes and
dislikes). Sound confusing? That is only because I have to use words to
talk about what is beyond words. It is really very simple, and that is one
of the beauties of Zen… its utter simplicity. But that also makes it seem
mysterious on the surface when it’s really not. You just have to understand
what it is pointing toward.
So here are some traditional Zen pointers. A friend of mine once wrote
a tiny book full of them, which she illustrated.
NARAYAN LIEBENSON,
When Singing Just Sing: Life as Meditation
You ask me if there are any Zen riddles (they are traditionally called
koans in Japanese) that are meaningful to me and that really stay with me
throughout the day. Yes, there are, and I have found them to be quite
wonderful and helpful over the years. The key, as you suggest, is to be
open to letting them visit you and revisit you throughout the day.
Here are a few:
• Does a dog have Buddha nature?
• What was your face before your parents were born?
• Who are you?
• Have you finished your breakfast? Then go wash your bowl!
Dear Caitlin:
Thank you for your letter, and for your poems. What a wonderful project
you have chosen (or did it choose you?). William Stafford, one of our
great contemporary poets, wrote a poem every morning, before he did
anything else, for thirty years. Quite a meditation practice!
And while you are right to think that your understanding of Zen and
Buddhism will grow over the years, I can see from your letters and from
your poetry that you have “soaked up a lot,” as you put it.
Thank you for the pleasure of getting to know you in this way. Good
luck with your project. Feel free to write any time.
Branches
Thin, intertwining
A silhouette no artist could cut
But nature.
Mara takes the many shapes
Of gold and jewels and satin drapes
Of diamond rings and plastic hearts
Of false I-love-you from Hallmark cards
It chases, tempts, and hooks you on
And entraps you with its phony song
To search for the Truths as Buddha told
You must listen to riches from days of old
The trees, the air, and NATURE’S song
Have been the real pleasures all along.
(Mara tempted the Buddha with worldly delights just prior to his enlightenment.)
Zen
Still, distinct
Appreciating, being, watching
A single flower in the starlight
Awareness
The Stillness Between Two Waves
Mindfulness and the clarity that can come from it are very simple. It is truly
nothing special, except that it is also very special. T. S. Eliot, in his Four
Quartets, referred to this “nothing special” as
Quick now, only in this moment is anything, whether it is our children or the
fluctuations of our own mind, to be seen or felt or heard. But that can happen
only if we are willing to pay attention and be present and completely available,
to look and listen and remain open. Otherwise very special opportunities for
seeing and for relating to our children can remain opaque to us.
That is, when our own awareness can hold the space between thoughts, in the
stillness we can hear
Over and over again, the poet’s deep insight reminds us of the calling, the
yearning, the possibilities latent in the present moment. Eliot points to and
names that very space, that very stillness that reveals our essence and our
possibilities:
A Way of Being
Pregnancy
Prior to getting pregnant, we may have been living our lives in a state of constant
doing, in a sort of hyperdrive: fast, relatively unconscious, focused on doing
more and more. Then all of a sudden we may find ourselves in a slower, more
receptive “being mode.” The extreme fatigue we feel at times may force us to
slow down as our body works hard to create, grow, and nourish our baby via the
newly formed, miraculous placenta and our greatly increased blood supply. If we
ignore these changes as we push on with life as usual, we can miss out on a rich
and quickly passing opportunity to experience the world in a different, slower,
more conscious and sensitive way. Even as the impending birth continually pulls
our thoughts and imaginings toward the future, our ever-changing state also
draws us more and more into the miracle of what is happening now.
The naturally inward focus of pregnancy gives us a chance to tune in to
ourselves, using the breath to ground ourselves and deepen our connection to the
present moment. We become more aware of our thoughts, our feelings, of our
body and our baby. Allowing the breath to become slow and deep,
acknowledging where we feel tension, we can begin to let the tension in our
bodies flow out with each outbreath. The energy that we may have used in the
past to cover up or ignore anger, fear, or anxiety will be freed up as we begin to
observe our feelings with receptivity, watching them change from moment to
moment.
Pregnancy can be a time of highly charged and rapidly changing emotions.
No matter how much we have wanted to be pregnant, along with our happiness
we may also experience moments of fear, ambivalence, regret, and uncertainty.
How will our lives change? Are we ready to be parents? During pregnancy,
women often feel more emotionally vulnerable, more open in general, and more
sensitive to sights, sounds, and smells.
Every pregnancy is different, every woman is different, and every day is
different. The range of experience is enormous, from feeling healthier than we
have ever felt before, radiant, with a sense of total well-being, to feeling
incredibly sick, miserable, and immobilized. We may find ourselves
disappointed or angry or frustrated because what we are experiencing doesn’t
coincide at all with the expectations we had about what our pregnancy would be
like and how we would be feeling.
Being mindful while pregnant doesn’t mean that we are “supposed” to feel a
certain way, or that there is some ideal state we have to achieve that will be best
for our baby or for ourself. It means acknowledging and accepting the full range
of how we are feeling and what we are experiencing and working with it as best
we can. This orientation, grounded in awareness and acceptance, can often lead,
paradoxically, to greater calmness, relaxation, and feelings of well-being.
We all carry with us, to varying degrees, painful experiences, difficult family
relationships, and old wounds that may or may not have healed. It can be
important, as we prepare to become a parent, to acknowledge the judgments,
criticisms, and conditional love that may have been part of our own childhood.
We might begin by bringing awareness to any moments in the day when we
catch ourselves judging or belittling ourselves. Can we make room for whatever
arises and hold it in awareness with some kindness toward ourselves, at least for
brief moments?
Another way we can begin to heal is by making some time in the day to focus
inwardly and bring some caring attention toward ourselves. For some, it may
feel natural and easy to direct lovingkindness and acceptance to their innermost
being and their baby. For others, generating this kind of energy and directing it
toward themselves may be very difficult, or feel stilted or awkward. It might
help to think of a person or an animal for whom we have felt love and
acceptance, and then, as we get in touch with the feelings we have for them,
allow those feelings to begin to flow toward ourselves as well.
As we focus inwardly, aware of the many changes we are experiencing, we
can also direct our awareness to any deep-seated and emotionally laden beliefs
that we may be carrying about pregnancy, labor, birth, and parenting. We all
have such beliefs, conscious as well as unconscious, stemming from our own
experiences, from what we see or hear from various media, and from stories we
have heard from family, friends, and acquaintances. These deep-seated,
frequently unexamined beliefs can color our hopes and our fears for the coming
birth.
It is important for us to keep in mind that our beliefs about birthing, whatever
they are, are not necessarily “true.” They are just beliefs, or, as one of our
children at the age of four put it, “believements.” Becoming more intentionally
aware of them as thoughts, examining them on purpose, trying to understand
their origins and the context that originally fed them, is the beginning of
defusing any negative influence they may exert on our psyche.
Toxic seeds, in the form of negative beliefs or attitudes toward pregnancy,
birth, and parenting, can be planted unwittingly by seemingly casual comments
made by friends and family. These comments can have even more of an effect on
us when they come from those we consider powerful and knowledgeable
authorities, whether they be our own parents, health-care providers, or friends.
One way to become more aware of our own beliefs about giving birth is by
talking with our mothers and our grandmothers about their birth experiences and
other family birthing stories, trying to elicit as much detail as possible. We might
also seek out practitioners who have been present at many births that occurred
without unnecessary medical intervention. We can ask them to interpret
frightening birth stories we may have heard, from their base of knowledge,
experience, and their own beliefs.
Although there are situations in which a Cesarean section is necessary, a
recent study (Health Affairs, March 2013) showed that the rate of Cesarean
sections performed has increased significantly, even for women with “low-risk”
pregnancies. For all women, the range was 7.1 to 69.5 percent; and for the low-
risk cohort, it was 2.4 to 36.5 percent, depending on the hospital and caregiver.
With such a wide range of rates of C-sections, the study suggested that variations
were based more on care patterns in different hospitals rather than actual medical
risk factors.
Through educating ourselves about normal birthing, we may come to see and
understand that while we cannot control everything, there is much we can do to
create a positive birthing environment. An important part of this process will be
choosing the team we want to support us during our labor and birth. Meeting
with practitioners in preparation for the birth is a time to try to see with some
clarity and be aware of any tendencies we may have to put blind faith in
professionals and authority figures. Childbirth educators, doulas, midwives, and
obstetricians are formed by their training and their own unique experiences.
They, too, have their own various belief systems about the process of birth.
Those who believe in the body’s ability to give birth without unnecessary
interventions and who have experience assisting at many such births are likely to
have more confidence in the birthing process. Ideally this translates into their
being better able to support women in ways that are respectful and empowering.
It is not enough that a practitioner seems like a nice person. If it is possible
(and it may not be for various reasons), interviewing several prospective
caregivers, asking them specific questions such as where they practice, who
covers for them, their criteria for inducing labor, and what their Cesarean section
rate is, can give you important indications about their attitudes toward birthing
and how they practice. Speaking with other women who have used these
caregivers and hearing the details of their experiences can be very helpful.
As we gather information, we can become increasingly aware of what we feel
comfortable with and what is important to us. By listening closely to the
language practitioners use, and asking about the parameters within which they
feel comfortable working, we can begin to see their different points of view and
can then choose caregivers whose views are most compatible with our own.
An important part of our preparation is deciding where we will feel most safe
and most comfortable giving birth. Some people start out thinking they would
feel safest in a hospital, only to find farther down the road that they want to have
a home birth. Others may think they want a home birth at first, only to find
themselves feeling more comfortable with giving birth in a hospital or a birthing
center.
Depending on our health-care network and our particular health insurance, or
lack of it, we may feel we have very few choices, if any. And this may be true.
But being more open, finding ways to work creatively with the limitations we
face, and working both inwardly and outwardly using a combination of
information gathering, self-awareness, and intuition can help us make informed
decisions and chart a course that will best meet our needs and the needs of our
baby.
Birth
The power and intensity of labor pull us right into each moment. Each labor is
unique. Like life itself, you never know how things will unfold. Every labor has
its own rhythms, its own tempo. Sometimes labor and birth have a quiet, holy
feeling. Each person does his or her part, and the labor steadily progresses and
builds until the baby is born. But labor and birth can also feel a bit like a wild
comedy when labor is progressing rapidly and the atmosphere is bustling and
intense.
Birth is such an all-encompassing experience that it can force us to put aside
our expectations and judgments and be open to whatever comes up in each
moment. We may have had positive images of being massaged and stroked
during our labor, only to find that when we are actually in labor, we don’t want
to be touched. We may have made plans to have beautiful music playing and
many friends in the room, only to find that we want quiet and only a few people
with us. We may have had an image of ourself as a serene madonna laboring
quietly, only to find we are angry or frustrated, at times cursing or complaining,
and making all sorts of outrageous sounds.
Labor gives us an opportunity to take off the quiet, kind, thoughtful, neat,
taking-care-of-others, “good girl” mantle so often adopted by women in our
society, and allow ourselves the freedom to be whoever and however we find
ourselves, completely free to be inwardly focused and fully engaged in the work
at hand. If those around us can accord us our own way, our own sovereignty in
this miraculous process in which we play a central and critical role, birthing can
be a powerful affirmation and a powerful healing of our own psyches, an
initiation into a new domain of being.
If you have been using the breath to cultivate mindfulness during your
pregnancy, by the time labor begins you will have some familiarity with how it
can help you to be more present, relaxed, and focused. As labor becomes more
intense, you can focus on the feeling of the breath moving in and out of your
body to open to the pain and the demanding moment-to-moment work of
birthing. Regardless of how your labor actually unfolds, and as intense and
painful as it can sometimes be, a ferocious moment-to-moment awareness,
conjured up as we face this huge and unknown process, can help bring the
experience into the realm of full acceptance and ownership. The result is not
only a new baby to welcome and nurture, but also a powerful experience we will
carry with us our whole lives.
To cultivate mindfulness during labor, we can remind ourselves to keep the
breath slow and deep as we feel the intensity of the contraction building, using
the inbreath to stay with the intense sensations, and using each outbreath to
release any tension or holding back that we feel in the body. The end of each
contraction always brings a rest, no matter how short, giving us an opportunity
to change position, have a drink, a hug, a laugh, or just stay focused on the
breath. Being aware, being present, we are better able to see or sense what we
need in each moment.
Using awareness of the breath to be fully present during labor, to breathe into
any pain or discomfort, takes less energy than either trying to distract ourselves
from it or fighting against it. The body has its own inner wisdom. Resisting and
tightening up can make it harder for our bodies to do the work of opening and
birthing. Breathing slowly and deeply, working with what we are feeling by
changing our position, having a support person apply pressure or hot
compresses, expressing our feelings, our frustrations, holding on to our partner
or friend, all can help us to be more fully present as we labor.
Women often find that their fear of the pain of childbirth is worse than the
pain itself, that if they intentionally experience each contraction without
worrying about how long it is going to last, or thinking about the next one, then
they have more positive energy to give to the work at hand in this moment.
Being fully present from one moment to the next in this way during labor and
birth requires courage, concentration, and the love and support of the people
around you.
We are used to associating pain with pathology. The pain of labor and birth is
the healthy pain of an intensely physical process, as the uterus contracts to first
open the cervix and then push our baby out. Women can bring positive
“believements” to labor by associating the power, the intensity, and even the pain
they are feeling with images that we intentionally evoke in the mind, such as our
cervix opening like a flower, or the baby slipping and sliding lower and lower
down with each contraction. Making open ooh and aah sounds with each
contraction, which allows our throats to open, and associating in our mind’s eye
the opening of the throat with the opening of the cervix and vagina, gives us
another way of working intentionally inside the very intensity of our labor.
Birthing is a process in which, like parenting, each situation and, veritably,
each moment brings a different challenge. At times we meet it fully. At other
times we may retreat, close down, go on automatic pilot. There may be times
when we completely lose it, or find ourselves complaining and cursing and
rejecting what feels like a miserable and overwhelming experience.
When we find ourselves retreating and shutting down, it can help to gently
bring our attention back to the breath. This brings our focus back into each
moment and allows us to work with it as it is. Each moment truly is a new
beginning, and new beginnings are exactly what is called for after each
contraction, especially if one is feeling spent, anxious, or discouraged. Our
willingness to embody new beginnings mirrors the biggest new beginning of all.
After all the preparation and hard work, the child is born, and with it, the
mother… and a new family constellation.
When we start to bring mindfulness into our lives and to our parenting, our new
awareness may lead us to reexamine and question many basic assumptions that
we usually take for granted.
For instance, new parents are often asked: “Is the baby sleeping through the
night yet?” Behind this question is a natural concern for the parents’ well-being.
It is often predicated on the supposition that babies are supposed to sleep all
night long. The underlying assumption may be that the parents’ needs should
take priority.
This assumption often surfaces in the form of unsolicited advice to new
parents, such as: “Make sure you have time alone together.” “Give attention to
your relationship.” “Leave the baby with a sitter and have a date.” If we look
closely at this, we may see that once again, the focus is predominantly on the
parents’ well-being rather than on the child’s. Babies are seen as tough and
resilient, while the parents are seen as vulnerable and in need of protection. Of
course new parents do need to take care of themselves and each other, and they
need the loving care and support of friends and family during this intense period
of adjustment, when all sorts of new demands are being placed upon them. But it
is important that in the process, the baby’s needs are not minimized or lost sight
of. If we can act with some degree of awareness, we can try to find ways to take
care of ourselves that are not at the expense of our baby’s well-being.
In deciding how we are going to parent and what our priorities are, we need
to be aware of the paramount importance of building and maintaining trust and
feelings of connectedness with our baby, both for his long-term well-being and
for the long-term well-being of the family as a whole. As we noted in the chapter
on empathy, scientists who study infants have found evidence that the most basic
lessons of emotional life are laid down in the small, repeated exchanges that take
place early on between parent and baby. Of all such intimate moments and
exchanges, the most critical, according to attachment researcher Daniel Stern,
seem to be those “that let the child know her emotions are being met with
empathy, accepted, and reciprocated.” This is part of the process of attunement.
Knowing that attunement in infancy forms the basis of a child’s later emotional
competencies can motivate us to pay much greater attention, moment by
moment, to how we actually interact with our children, especially when they are
little, and to the choices that we make about their care.
Let’s say a baby isn’t sleeping through the night. The parents, tired and
frustrated, decide to let the baby “cry it out” until she “gets the idea” and falls
asleep. But consider for a moment what the baby’s experience of this might be.
The baby and the parents form an interconnected whole. When distressed, the
baby cannot meet its own needs and depends on the parents to soothe her and
stay in touch with her. If those needs are not met and the baby is left without
human contact at such times, the feelings of distress may be overwhelming, and
shutting down may be the baby’s only option. Disconnecting and shutting down
in the absence of human responsiveness is certainly something that adults
experience as well. Why do we think it is okay for babies, who have far fewer
resources?
Mindful parenting focuses on the mutual interrelatedness of the parents’ and
the baby’s needs rather than seeing the baby’s well-being as in some way
competing with our own. According to William and Martha Sears, “There is a
biological angle to mutual giving.… When a mother breast-feeds her baby, she
gives nourishment and comfort. The baby’s sucking, in turn, stimulates the
release of hormones that further enhance mothering behavior.… The reason that
you can breast-feed your baby to sleep is that your milk contains a sleep-
inducing substance.… Meanwhile, as you suckle your baby, you produce more
of the hormone prolactin, which has a tranquilizing effect on you. It’s as if the
mommy puts the baby to sleep, and the baby puts the mommy to sleep.” Having
a greater awareness of the many ways in which we are so highly interconnected,
we might look very differently on many aspects of parenting—including nursing
and having our baby in bed with us.
To parent mindfully does not mean that we won’t at times have strong
feelings of frustration, or wish that a certain situation wasn’t happening when we
feel as if our needs are in direct conflict with our baby’s. For example, there will
inevitably be nights when our baby needs to be held or walked with at three in
the morning. Our first impulse might be to resist what the situation requires of
us. Intentionally bringing mindfulness and discernment to such moments, we can
acknowledge our feelings of anger, resentment, and frustration, and also our
feelings of empathy and understanding. In the spirit of seeing everything we face
as part of the practice of mindful parenting, we can choose to see our resistance
to meeting our child’s need in that moment, drop down below our either-or
thinking, no matter how rational and reasonable it seems, and respond with
greater wisdom from our hearts. This way of holding the present moment allows
us to find truly creative solutions that do not come at the expense of our child’s
well-being. Our well-being is nurtured as well, as we expand the envelope of
what we perceive as our own limits.
Babies are not babies for very long. This formative stage in which they are
completely dependent on us is relatively brief and very precious. During this
time, their sense of well-being is intimately related to how attuned we are to
what they are feeling and needing in each moment and the quality and constancy
of our responses. So in parenting mindfully, we try as best we can to cultivate the
kind of responsiveness that honors what our children most need from us.
Nourishment
When our children were little, people would frequently comment on how rosy
their cheeks were. I (mkz) would smile to myself, knowing where those rosy
cheeks came from. They came from nursing.
Once I had made it through the sometimes painful and frustrating first few
weeks of nursing, in which my body was trying to find the right balance between
too little milk and an overabundance of it, I found that nursing relaxed me and
slowed me down. As I felt my milk let down, a wonderful haziness descended on
me, and everything else became less important. I let go of the things I had
planned to do, and instead let myself be pulled into the present moment, into
being totally with my baby. It was a deeply meditative time for both of us.
Nursing was a huge cornerstone of my mothering. It gave me great
confidence to know that I had what I needed to feed and comfort my babies
anytime, anywhere. They often had a look of delight as I positioned them at the
breast. First they would nurse for milk. Then, as the breast emptied, they would
go on to suck for comfort, and from there, would move into a completely relaxed
state of being. If they were at all tired, they would usually fall asleep. Getting
them to sleep without a big fuss when they needed a nap was as easy as nursing
them as they snuggled up to me. If they woke up at night, they would either
already be sleeping next to me, or I would go and get them and bring them into
our bed and nurse them, both of us never fully waking up, drifting back to sleep
together.
As they got to be toddlers and were eating all sorts of foods, nursing
remained a deep source of comfort. If their day had been wearing,
overwhelming, or overstimulating, I could count on nursing to rejuvenate them.
No matter where we were, a quiet space could be created just by their climbing
onto my lap and nestling into my arms. Tensions were released by the quiet
concentration of nursing, the warmth of my body, the rhythm of my breath. This
ongoing connection to me through nursing gave them a deep sense of security
and self-confidence. I could feel it in every aspect of their being. Their
experience of the world was grounded in the body—in their relationship to me
and my body, and in their experience of their own body nursing, being held.
They knew the source of their satisfaction and renewal. It was visible, tangible,
dependable. That grounding helped them to meet the world with curiosity and
self-possession. Perhaps because nursing gave them a time to be snuggled,
nurtured, and treated like a “baby” for brief periods, they felt secure enough to
give up wearing diapers at a relatively early age.
When they started speaking, the nursing brought out an impish, playful side
to them. When my son was one and a half, he made his first joke. He gave me a
mischievous look, blew on my breast as if to cool it, and then said, “Hot!”
smiling with delight. When he was about two and a half, we were nursing one
morning and I said, “Let’s go down and have breakfast.” He responded with
“Nurse!” Every time I tried to disengage he would say, “Nurse!” Finally I said,
“You’re a nut!” He looked at me and said, “No, I’m a raisin!” We laughed
together and hugged, and proceeded to go down for breakfast.
My body was an essential and completely familiar part of their landscape.
The children had their own unique words that stood for nursing, the breast, and
breast milk. “Nuk” and “Noonie” were favorites. When I had a problem with a
yeast infection on one breast and the skin was breaking down, my son matter-of-
factly referred to one as “the booboo side” and called the other “the like-that
side.”
My youngest daughter loved to rhyme, and her creativity was particularly
prolific around nursing. One morning she welcomed me with “Ooh, noonie is
my best kind of juice, Myla Moose!”
She found lots of ways of expressing how valued “noonies” were to her. She
could be very dramatic in her choice of words and her intonation. Getting out of
the shower one morning, she held a towel around herself and said, “I won’t let
the gold fall out of my noonies.” At another time, she said, in a tragic voice
worthy of Shakespeare, “My noonie has been robbed!”
Nursing had such a powerful effect on my children that at times it could work
its magic even without the presence of my body. When my older daughter was
two, I was away all day assisting at a birth. When I called home in the afternoon,
Jon said she very much wanted to talk to me. I was immediately filled with
dread, knowing that as soon as she heard my voice, she would be overcome with
sadness and tell me she wanted me. As soon as she got on the phone, she started
to cry, telling me to come home right away. I told her I’d try to be home as soon
as I could. Her response was a plaintive “Nukky me!” I said, “I’ll nurse you
when I get home.” Her voice was insistent: “No, nukky me now!” Wanting to
comfort her, I said very gently, “Okay, I’m nursing you right now. How is it?”
She was silent, and Jon said she was sitting there with her eyes closed, relaxed
and meditative, letting me “nurse” her over the phone.
Whether they were angry, frustrated, overwhelmed, or just ragged, nursing
brought peace and contentment. They were their most loving selves when they
were receiving love in this form. Nursing my daughter to sleep one night, she
looked up at me and said in the lovingest tone of voice: “Mutha, you so sweet.”
We were both bathed in sweetness.
Even after the children stopped nursing, my body was still a source of
comfort and well-being for them. There would be times as they were drifting off
to sleep that they would rest their hand on my breast and get this wonderful,
peaceful look on their faces. It was as if that was enough to bring them back to a
blissful state of being that nourished them deeply. You might call it soul food.
The Family Bed
At the time we began having children, the dominant cultural view was that
babies and children should sleep by themselves in their own rooms. This
arrangement is very different from how most families in the world sleep, and
from how most families in our country slept in earlier times. Yet our separate
sleeping arrangements in early childhood may be one way in which the
“advanced development” of a society deprives rather than nurtures. Parents and
children alike may be the losers.
When our first child was born, our pediatrician told us to have him sleep in
his own room, in his own bed, from the very beginning. But that just didn’t feel
right. We had an intuitive sense that our newborn baby belonged with us during
the night. Sleeping next to us, he could relax into the softness and warmth of our
bodies. He was bathed in the security and comfort of our presence. All was right
with the world, for him and for us, when he was sleeping between us, usually
snuggled right up against one or both of us.
Nothing can really describe the deep contentment we felt having our baby
next to us, not needing to worry about being unable to hear him. Rather than
wondering and worrying, “Is he covered, is he cold, will I hear him crying over
the sound of wind and rain?” there was no questioning how he might be, because
he was right there with us.
When babies are born, their ability to self-regulate is not fully developed.
Physical proximity to one or both parents helps them stabilize their physiology.
Our breathing, for example, helps them to regulate their breathing. Our body’s
warmth keeps them warm. It is like a micro-ecosystem. Physical contact is an
important part of this natural dynamic, as of course, is nursing.
For several years we slept together, breathed together. Even when he slept in
his own bed, our bed was often where he started off the night or wound up by the
morning. When we wanted to be alone, we would carry him into his room after
he was asleep. More and more as he got older, he wanted to be in his own room,
in his own bed. When the girls were born, being closer together in age, there was
a time when we had both of them sleeping in bed with us. At some point, we got
a larger bed.
We didn’t get a whole lot of uninterrupted sleep during those early years. Our
children woke up a number of times at night, not only to nurse but sometimes
because they were teething, or sick. Children are very different. Some sleep for
long stretches during the night early on. Many don’t.
Were there times we thought that perhaps we were inadvertently encouraging
them to wake up by being close by and letting them nurse when they wanted to?
Yes, of course. But our moments of questioning and wondering didn’t bring an
end to sharing sleep with our little ones, because we continued to feel that there
were so many benefits. We worked with the difficulties the way we worked with
everything else, trying to find the right balance. When they were toddlers, there
were definitely times that we were getting woken up too much and were tired
and frustrated. What we tried to do at such times was to make waking up less
inviting, sometimes by having Jon walk with them rather than letting them nurse.
A greater intention came into play here, one we valued more than
uninterrupted sleep. We intuitively felt that the security and the peace that our
physical presence gave our children was nourishing to their whole being. The
effect was tangible. We could see it in their open, curious, lively, loving faces.
We felt our presence at night helped to ground them in their bodies and in the
world, and that grounding could be seen in the way they quietly observed the
world around them during the day. They were curious without being frenetic,
active without being out of control. The well-being and joyfulness emanating
from them was wonderfully contagious. They were wholly present, whether it
was in a laugh of delight, a shout of anger, or a loving embrace.
Of course there were many times when life in the form of teething, colds, or
stomach upsets invariably interrupted our sleep. Sometimes it felt as if we were
playing musical beds. One of us would sleep in an empty child’s bed if we
needed to get more sleep. Along the way we had to redefine for ourselves what
felt normal in terms of how much sleep we needed.
We parented this way out of the conviction that deeper things were being fed
than our need for sleep, or even time alone together, for which we found creative
solutions when we wanted to. At the time we believed that when the children
were ready to sleep through the night, they would; and when they were ready to
sleep in their own beds, they would choose to do so; and with some
encouragement, they did.
When children are toddlers, nursing at night in the family bed can sometimes
become disruptive to everybody’s sleep, and it can begin to feel that the
negatives are outweighing the positives. It is different for every family and for
every child. This is why the more we can step back and mindfully examine the
effects of our nursing and co-sleeping choices on the well-being of each member
of the family, the more we can adjust what we are doing for the benefit of all.
We share our own personal family experience around sleeping arrangements
and our views of it when our children were young because we felt strongly, and
still do, about the importance of nurturing children in this way when they are
little. We also emphasize it precisely because it runs so counter to the dominant
sleeping practices in our society today, although it is the norm in many Asian
countries. We simply want young couples to know that it is an option, and that it
is doable, and that it, too, can be incorporated into a view of parenting as a
sometimes challenging as well as deeply satisfying practice. Like everything
else, having young children sleep in your bed has its costs, but it can also have
very tangible benefits, a feeling of trust and connectedness that can help through
the difficult times. In fact, recent research shows that there are long-term
positive benefits related to self-confidence and independence in children who
experienced co-sleeping. The whole question of co-sleeping and ways to practice
it safely is an active area of debate and research. Notre Dame researcher James
McKenna offers a useful set of guidelines for safe co-sleeping; see
http://cosleeping.nd.edu/safe-co-sleeping-guidelines/.
As parents, we all have our own particular histories and personal experiences of
childhood. Being aware of our feelings and having some understanding of where
they come from is an important aspect of making choices that are right for us
and for our family. For instance, if we grew up without the experience of caring,
nurturing touch, or if our boundaries were violated and our trust broken by
inappropriate touching, it is natural that there might be a strong hesitation, even
fear, regarding sharing a family bed. Holding such feelings and the thoughts that
accompany them in awareness without automatically judging them—or
ourselves—allows us to see them more clearly and experience perhaps a degree
of freedom from having them automatically dictate our choices as parents. At the
same time, we also have to be respectful of our discomfort and the reasons for it.
Finding ways to meet the needs of our babies and children that we also feel
comfortable with requires openness, flexibility, and thoughtfulness, and a
willingness to stretch and grow beyond our fixed and often unexamined
assumptions. But it is not so easy, for the same reason that mindful parenting is
not easy. It is often bringing us up against what we think are our limits,
encouraging us to hold them in awareness with gentleness and find new ways to
both work with them and honor them. And certainly, trying out any new
approaches in parenting can be particularly difficult if both parents don’t share
the same viewpoints or values. Mindful communication becomes even more
important in such situations.
There are many ways to parent with awareness. In no way does a
commitment to parent mindfully mean that you have to sleep with your babies or
you will not be a good or sensitive parent. Mindful parenting simply calls on us
to pay attention to what we are doing, including the choices we make, and to
examine in an ongoing way the effect our choices have on our children and
ourselves. It involves a continual inquiry into what we are doing and why.
We believe that decisions about warmth and comfort, closeness and feeding,
and what boundaries and limits might best promote health and happiness and
well-being in our particular families are of paramount importance. Mindfulness
brought to that very decision making is critical to making parenting a conscious
endeavor that is sensitive to the changing needs of both the children and the
parents. There is no one “right way” to do this. There are many ways to promote
healthy children and loving families.
Moreover, choices around sleep may work for a while in a family, and then
suddenly something shifts and a change is needed. If we don’t get to see a baby
or young child that much during the day, we might find that sharing sleep is a
wonderful way to reconnect and nurture her. This might work well with one
child but perhaps not so well with another who is a restless sleeper. We may find
ourselves too grumpy and short-tempered to be able to function, and will then
have to try something else.
There are times when parents need their children to sleep more consistently
through the night, and it becomes an urgent priority. It can become clear that the
parents need uninterrupted sleep, and the children may benefit from it as well.
With some awareness, we can make changes to our nighttime rituals and find
ways to promote a sense of trust and security. Giving up the physical closeness
of sleeping together can be balanced with times in the day when we intentionally
hold them and snuggle with them. With a baby, even if he or she is sleeping in a
separate bed in your room, your baby’s physiology responds to the sound of your
breathing and to your presence. No one parenting choice will make all the
difference. What’s important is the whole tapestry that we create through the
myriad choices we make. So it is always a matter of balancing different needs in
the family with awareness, firmness, and kindness as best we can. There is
obviously no one solution to these nighttime dilemmas.
Fortunately, there are many options. If sharing sleep in the same bed does not
work for you or for your spouse or your child, you could put a bed next to yours,
or have your child sleep in an adjacent room. You can create rituals that your
child can count on and look forward to, whether it’s reading to him, or telling a
story, playing some quiet music, lying down with him as he goes to sleep, or
sitting with him. You can embody a sense of confidence that it’s okay for him to
be alone, that he is safe and can learn to sleep on his own. Far more important
than the choice of sleeping arrangements is finding your own way to foster
feelings of trust, security, connectedness, and inner resilience.
It’s important for both parents to keep asking themselves and each other what
is in their child’s best interest, and work together to find solutions to bedtime
problems that come up. Sharing insights, examining emotionally charged
reactions, and trying to see things from the child’s point of view and from each
other’s point of view are all useful when we take a fresh look at how we spend
almost half our lives.
PART SIX
When a tuning fork vibrates, it will cause other tuning forks in the vicinity to
vibrate as well, especially if they are related—that is, tuned to the same
wavelength. This process, whereby the activity of one vibrating body brings
another body into sympathetic resonance with it, is called entrainment. A piano’s
A strings will be entrained to vibrate when an A is played on a violin across the
room.
Parents and children also constantly influence each other’s resonances. Our
lives orbit within each other’s force fields, physically, emotionally, and
psychically, and we are continually interacting and influencing each other in
subtle and not-so-subtle ways, sometimes known, sometimes wholly
unconscious.
Scientists have discovered that our brains also resonate with each other when
we are in each other’s presence. Particular cells in the cerebral cortex, known as
mirror neurons, fire when they observe another person engaged in a particular
movement, especially if emotion is involved. This may be the neurological basis
for empathy, our ability to feel with another person. We are literally experiencing
the same areas in our brains firing in similar patterns.
Breathing itself is a basic biological rhythm that has each one of us vibrating
with life. Tuning to this rhythm presents a wonderful occasion to literally
resonate with our baby. I (jkz) used to breathe with our babies as a way of
bringing greater mindfulness into the present moment. I would feel the two of us
breathing together, swinging in a hammock, as the baby slept in my arms, or
when I walked back and forth with a child late at night. Swinging or walking,
breathing together, sometimes singing and chanting softly as well, we were
resonating with each other.
If we intentionally become aware of the resonances between us, our
relationship with a baby can be a continual exchange of energy of all kinds,
sometimes harmonious, sometimes not. Either way, it will never be any richer
than right in this moment, even as we may have to also cook dinner or do the
laundry, or are interrupted on occasion by one thing or another. This is a good
reason to step into the dance of breathing in whatever moments we can manage
it.
An outdoor restaurant in summer. A young couple with two children: one about
three, the other about four months. The mother nurses the baby, snuggled in her
lap. For the longest time, the baby’s face is buried in the breast and under parts
of her mother’s blouse. But her hand is playing with her mother’s the whole
time. Later, her head surfaces, and she lies on her mother’s lap, gazing at her.
The mother makes cooing noises and tilts her head slightly. The baby opens her
mouth, making a perfect circle, her blue eyes wide open, too, drinking in her
mother’s face. Her eyes are so open, her mouth is so open, her face so open, she
is an incarnation in this moment of pure presence.
The mother puts her head down and touches it to her baby’s forehead, then
moves it back. The baby smiles. There is a complete force field connecting these
two. This baby is in the orbit of her mother in this moment, and the two are
speaking in a thousand ways, on a thousand wavelengths, across their bodies
where they touch, across the air between them.
Later, the father holds the baby in such a way that she can look out over his
shoulder. She is settled on his body. Her eyes are wide open, totally receptive.
She sees my (jkz) face, and her gaze comes to rest. I smile. Her face registers it
in some way I detect instantly but find impossible to describe. It is alert to
novelty. She smiles. It is like a benediction from a purer world. Her older sister’s
face is open, too. As she sits at the table, I can feel that she, too, is at home in her
body and in the force field of her family. It is not even that they interact that
much. They don’t. But they form an inseparable whole in which she is
completely at home. It shows in her presence, too. As they are leaving, the
mother tells us that they had just spent many hours in the car, and the kids
needed out.
Just an ordinary meal, but it is clear that these children are experiencing that
constant give-and-take with parents that forms the bonds of love and conveys the
benevolence and receptivity of the world to young life.
Attunement
I (mkz) am reminded of when our own children were babies as I take care of my
friend’s ten-month-old son. Holding him against me as I walk, I try out different
things, aware of how he is responding, until I find the right combination of
gentle up-and-down movements while chanting softly and rhythmically. I slow
my breathing down. I feel his body soften and relax into mine. He has no
problem telling me without words what he wants. As I sit down with him, he lets
me know with his whole body, “No, don’t sit down, carry me, walk with me.”
Then he starts to make little sounds, and I pick up on them and we make them
together. His head rests on my shoulder. I feel him softening and getting heavier
and heavier until he is fast asleep. Slowly I lie down on the couch, feeling his
warmth and softness, enjoying the sweet smell of his skin. This attuning is a
wonderful gift to both of us. On this spring day, he is finding out once again that
he can rely on the people around him. He feels a sympathetic responsiveness
from me telling him that what he wants and needs is important and will be
respected. When he gets what he needs, he feels satisfied, safe, and peaceful. All
this from one small encounter.
When a mother sees her toddler becoming more and more active to the point of
being wild and out of control, she decides to lie down on the rug and let him
climb on her and play with her hair. She is literally letting him get back in touch
with her. Gradually, he starts to quiet, to slow down, until after a while he is
lying down on her, resting, settling into the soothing rhythm of her breath. She is
helping him to attune to her calm energy. She understands her child’s need for
independence and separation, and at the same time his need to be close and
connected. All are played out in this scene on the living room floor.
As children get older, attunement between parent and child becomes more
complex. My (mkz) ten-year-old comes home from school and walks in the door
with a scowl on her face. “I’m hungry!” she says in a fierce voice. I see in an
instant that school has taken its toll on her. She’s feeling overwhelmed. She’s
been with people all day. She’s about to fall apart. I’ve learned to have a snack
ready for her when she gets home. I’ve also learned the hard way not to ask her
questions, to give her space. This is not the best time for objecting to her tone of
voice or for teaching her manners. After this little respite, she usually looks at
me in a somewhat more friendly manner and either comes up to me for a hug or
disappears into her room to listen to music.
With older children, being attuned might mean being sensitive to their need
to be left alone to concentrate on whatever they are doing, especially when they
are in the same physical space with us. It may also mean sensing when to reach
out and nurture them in small ways.
As I sit in my friend’s kitchen, her sixteen-year-old comes in complaining of
a pain in her neck. Her mother asks her to point to where it hurts. As we talk, she
massages her daughter’s neck, periodically stopping her conversation with me to
quietly let her know when she feels the knots releasing under her touch. We
continue to talk as she massages her, and after about fifteen minutes her daughter
leaves the room. My friend tells me that this kind of moment together is a rare
occurrence now. It probably helped to have another adult present, creating a bit
more distance. It is wonderful to feel this mother’s sensitivity, her willingness to
be open to her daughter unexpectedly reaching out, and her ability to appreciate
the preciousness of that moment.
Being in harmony with our children doesn’t mean that things will always be
harmonious. Being mindful in moments of disharmony and conflict often
requires everything we have, every ounce of energy and insight, so that even in
the midst of struggle, we have a chance to keep sight of who our children are and
what they may need from us in that moment. In order to do this, we need to be
willing to acknowledge to ourself our own fears, reactions, and concerns, and yet
work at maintaining our equilibrium by staying in touch with our breath, our
body, and the bigger picture as best we can. This sets the stage for us to
recognize and meet their feeling state in more appropriate and imaginative ways.
Of course, there will always be moments of struggle and disconnection—these
can be opportunities for parents and children alike to learn that it is possible to
recover and begin again.
Touch
The word touch has one of the longest entries in the Oxford English Dictionary,
undoubtedly because it is so basic to the human experience. Ashley Montagu
observed long ago that touch is fundamental to health and connectedness.
Monkey babies don’t thrive unless they have constant touching, warmth, and
softness. Why think that we would be different? Touch is fundamental to life.
Touch involves being in touch. It can be a unifying experience. We cannot
touch without being touched back. It is one way we know we are not alone.
Depending on how we are touched, we can feel anything from loved, accepted,
and valued to ignored, disrespected, and harmed.
Touch generates awareness and puts us in touch with the world. We touch and
are touched through all our senses—seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, as well as
feeling through the skin—and also proprioception and interoception.
Being held with sensitivity grounds us in our bodies and awakens a sense of
connectedness. It awakens us to ourselves and to the other. A child’s whole being
is honored when he is touched with awareness, sensitivity, and respect. Learning
to be “in touch” with how you feel grows out of this experience of feeling safe
and cared for. Through holding, hugging, cradling, snuggling, swinging, rocking,
humming, singing, and gazing, parent and child experience themselves and each
other—the magic of being in touch.
Waiting at the Registry of Motor Vehicles, I (mkz) watch a large, soft woman
who is taking care of a redheaded three-year-old boy. She is sitting on a bench,
waiting for her license. He is simultaneously using her body as bed, pillow, and
jungle gym. He pushes constantly up against her with his body, his head, his
arms. When he reaches out and plays with her fingers, she taps his hand, to his
delight, with her long fingernails. She is totally accepting of him, never
admonishing him to be still, or sit up, or stop what he is doing. There is a
sweetness and peacefulness to the scene. The woman has an accent, and I
wonder where she grew up, what her childhood was like, and what has
influenced her to be so patient, so accepting, so comfortable with touch.
I don’t see scenes like this often. Instead, it’s not uncommon to see parents
admonishing their children to “behave,” and getting angry at them when they
behave as the two- or three- or four- or five-year-olds that they are. I’ve seen
tired toddler-age children following along behind a parent, crying, without the
parent resorting to the simple solution of picking up the child. I don’t often see
adults relating to children affectionately and with tolerance for their energy and
exuberance.
We seem to be increasingly turning into a touch-deprived and disembodied
society. It is rare to see people being physically affectionate, friends holding
hands or putting their arms around each other, or lovers embracing. Having some
awareness of the importance of this essential form of nourishment and
communication can motivate us to find ways to be more embodied and more in
touch in our moments with our children.
Touch always happens at a boundary, and that boundary is itself important to
hold in awareness. Otherwise, we may touch our children unconsciously and in
doing so, risk being insensitive or disrespectful. The boundaries between us are
changing from moment to moment. They cannot be assumed or taken for
granted. Each moment is new and different. The child who yells “No!” when
asked if she can be given a good-night kiss at another time wants to be
comforted with a hug. When we are more attuned to our children, aware of their
energy, their feeling state, we can better sense when they are in need of a loving
touch or holding, and when they need to be left alone.
It may help at times to ask ourselves who the touching serves, as a check on
our own mindless or invasive impulses. I (mkz) have vivid memories of relatives
pinching my cheeks and kissing me. They had no awareness of how that might
feel to me. How often are children asked for hugs and kisses to meet the adult’s
need for warmth and affection, regardless of the child’s feelings or boundaries?
I (mkz) am moved, and somewhat astonished and grateful in those rare moments
when my children come up to me and hug me. I am surprised not so much that
they are hugging me, but by the way they hug me. They hug with a slow,
relaxed, quiet, loving touch. As they hug me, I enjoy the nourishment that my
children so naturally give in those moments. It feels like a circle of love
completed.
Toddlers
Each age and stage, each child, and each moment provides many opportunities
for exploring sympathetic resonances while being aware that a child’s
developmental and emotional needs are ever-changing. When our babies become
toddlers, the challenge is to stay attuned as best we can as we give them some
freedom to explore within a framework of clear boundaries and expectations that
provide a feeling of containment and safety. We get this chance over and over
again, because they are so active and their moods can change so rapidly. One
moment our toddlers may be one way. The next moment, the picture can be
entirely different. Toddlers don’t yet have the language or the motor skills to do
all the things they want to do, and so can get easily frustrated. If we can sense
when these shifts and transitions are arising, we are more likely to come up with
strategies for helping them through such moments.
This requires being aware of our own feelings as well, which can change
almost as rapidly as our child’s. It is all too easy to be entrained into our child’s
mood, as when we react with frustration to his or her frustration. Instead of
constricting at such moments and automatically hardening in reaction, perhaps
we can set ourselves the challenge of catching ourselves in such moments and
respond with greater understanding and a kinder and more open presence.
One day, I (jkz) observed a young father in a restaurant trying to eat dinner
with his three-year-old daughter. The food had taken too long to come. By the
time it arrived, she was no longer able to sit still. She was frustrated, tired,
demanding. He just couldn’t eat. She was all over the place. It would have been
so easy for him to become hard in that moment. To resent her or to be angry that
the food had taken so long to come, or that he couldn’t get to eat it even though
he was hungry and probably tired himself. But he maintained his composure and
saw what needed to happen. After one or two attempts to have a bite, he had the
food packed up, paid the bill with her on his shoulders and pulling on his hair,
and left. I smiled to him as he passed us and we talked briefly about the trials of
parenting as I sat there with my girls, old enough now to wait patiently for the
food to come, remembering with wistfulness the era when my own mind was
tuned to “toddler mind” and my choices from moment to moment informed by
their so strong and so rapidly changing needs. That period often feels like it will
never end when you are in it. It can help to remind yourself that it is over all too
soon, and surrendering to what is needed may present unexpected gifts.
Every age and stage has its own particular dramas. I found it uplifting to
watch this father respond so skillfully and so generously with his daughter.
I (jkz) used to leave work early when I could and go on one-on-one “dates” with
my toddlers. I would take them to the playground, or sledding, or for walks
along the river, or to hang out in the city center, just watching people and cars
and the activity of the world. On the weekend, it was fun to take them with their
friends to fairs and farms and lakes. Any occasion with a toddler, even for just a
few undivided minutes of play, or wrestling around on the floor, or rolling little
cars back and forth, or a ball, is an opportunity for bonding.
When the children were little, we loved to play “squirm,” a game that my son
and I spontaneously invented one day. We would lie on the floor and I would
wrap my arms around his waist. Then he would try to squirm out using his whole
body. By adjusting the pressure of my arms, I could hold him more or less
tightly, giving him just enough resistance so that he really had to work to
overcome significant obstacles, and come up with various strategies for how he
was going to do it in order to break free.
It seemed to me that being constrained in that playful way and having to use
all their energy and cleverness to finally break free was a great metaphor for
other life trials that the children would be facing sooner or later. This mostly
nonverbal wrestling brought us closer in many ways, as we breathed together,
squirming and struggling against each other, playing the edge of breakouts and
breakthroughs and bursting into laughter from time to time. Attuning physically
through this kind of game helped us to fall into quiet times afterward that felt
full of resonance and delight.
On occasion, the children would join me on Sunday mornings, practicing
yoga on the living room floor. Sometimes they would play “yoga teacher” and
direct me in various postures that we would do side by side. We also did some
“yoga for two,” with the children rocking with me as I made my body into a
rocking chair, or climbing on me in the shoulder stand, or flying in the air like a
bird as they balanced horizontally on my feet as I lay on my back, or going
underneath me when I became a bridge. It was endless fun.
As they got older, it became harder sometimes to find ways of sharing
moments of concentrated activity and the stillness that comes from them. Even
so, we found ways, through playing catch, or sometimes running together, even
dancing on occasion. The resonances remain; the forms change.
Time
Parents can easily fall into feeling that there is never enough time. We are
pressed for it and driven by the lack of it. One morning, I (jkz) heard myself
telling one of our daughters when she was about four years old, “Hurry up. I
don’t have any time,” as she was selecting which of three dresses to wear that
day. What a message.
There are things we can do to give ourselves more time, and to make the best
use of the time that we have. We can wake up early enough and get the children
up early enough to have time in the morning without rushing. Sometimes it can
help if they pick out their clothes the night before. We can work at keeping our
own time urgency from coloring everything we do. We can do this by
remembering to tune in to our breathing and to see that our fears about the future
are just thoughts, while the present—what is happening now—is a precious
occasion, not to be trampled on. The timeless quality of the present moment is
captured in the little things, like remembering to make eye contact when saying
good-bye, or taking a moment now and then for a hug. Of course the key here is
not doing any of these things in an automatic way because they’re “good” to do,
but allowing them to arise out of our presence and openness.
It is also helpful to listen to the tone of our voice as we realize that we are
going to be late. As an experiment, we might try lowering our voice and
dropping more deeply into right now, into our body, into this breath.
Another thing we might do is to try not to over-schedule our children and be
aware of our impulses to do so. They need time to just be. Downtime slows time
down and makes room for imaginative play, alone and with friends. Our children
need time to be bored and to find out how to go into boredom and through it,
sometimes with guidance from us and sometimes not.
If we are not aware of the effects of time pressures on the family, we run the
risk of living lives of ever increasing acceleration and nonstop doing, and
passing this way of life on to our children. The trend in the world today, with all
the various digital devices that are so ubiquitous and continually pull us out of
the present moment by interrupting or distracting us or offering us a “better
moment,” is characterized by a former Microsoft researcher, Linda Stone, as a
condition of “continuous partial attention.” In the face of this societal disease of
perpetual self-distraction, stillness and presence need to be cultivated and
brought into the home to restore balance and to nurture those aspects of being
that are best touched through nondoing.
Many people who have been through the MBSR program say that waking up
early and spending time meditating in stillness sets the tone for their whole day,
and is worth far more than the same amount of time spent sleeping longer. They
are able to be calmer and more intentional in their approach to what they have to
do that day, and what they really care about. They also observe that other people
in the family feel the effects of their meditating. Stress levels in the whole family
can be lower when one person is practicing mindfulness.
Sometimes, decisions to opt for more time together rather than for making
more money can be extremely healthy for a family. It is not always possible to
do, but sometimes it is more possible than our own mind would have us think.
Otherwise, we may wind up, ironically and tragically, missing what may be most
important in our lives as we work to “make a living” without examining what
this “living” might be.
T. S. ELIOT,
“BURNT NORTON,” Four Quartets
Presence
Children want total attention and engagement from adults at key times; at other
times they want and need to be left to their own devices or with their friends.
For adults, it can be hard to give our full attention to anything, especially
over a sustained period of time. Adult minds, as a rule, tend to be filled with
conflicting impulses and thoughts that constantly compete for our attention. We
have multiple responsibilities. We’re very busy. A child may want us to play or
to read, and we may do it, but we may do it with only a fraction of our mind, and
they sense that easily. Many a time I (jkz) have caught myself reading to one of
my children but thinking about the next telephone call I have to make as soon as
the child is asleep. Or reading a story and realizing that I was getting through the
story but that I had no idea what the story was about. I was thinking universes of
thoughts in between each line, if not each word.
Once, when I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open, I was telling my
daughter a story about a lion, making it up as I went along. But five minutes
later, in my tiredness, the lion had become a rabbit. She noticed. We had a good
laugh about that.
When our son was about four, “Jack and the Beanstalk” was a favorite of his.
He wouldn’t just let me read it once or twice and then move on to another story.
He wanted to hear it over and over again at the same sitting. I loved the story,
too, but it was hard for me to read it for the seventh or eighth time. Then I
realized that he was hearing it each time as if for the first time. The deep theme
of the milk running out and having to sell the cow, the tension of hiding from the
giant in his castle and observing his covetousness, the challenge of stealing the
giant’s gold and magic hen and singing harp, the thrill of being chased down the
beanstalk, and of getting the ax from his mother just in time to cut it down and
destroy the giant—these were real for him every time. His body would tense
when the giant came in, and he would smile with delight as Jack tricked the giant
each time.
Seeing the story through his eyes taught me that I, too, could be fully present
each time I read it, even though part of my adult mind was resisting like crazy.
Letting go of that, the story became like a piece of music, repetition of the
essence. It is the same each time it is told or read, but it is also never the same.
Realizing this expanded my world. “Jack and the Beanstalk” became part of my
meditation practice for quite some time. It taught me to be present when I didn’t
want to be present anymore. Once again, the child becomes the parent’s teacher.
Fee Fi Fo Fum… we lumber about.
Bedtime
It helps to make space in the home for quiet moments, moments when “nothing”
is happening. At those times, often just before children go to bed, or are in bed
waiting for sleep, growth spurts, breakthroughs, creativity, sharing, connecting
can emerge. The world has come to a stop. In the quiet, my (mkz) daughter
reaches for her sketchpad, sits peacefully, concentrating and creating, completely
absorbed in her work. On another night, I might read her a simple story that
absorbs her imagination, looking into her eyes in moments when the story
touches us or makes us smile. Sometimes I just sit with her, and after a while,
she may bring up something that happened in school, or something that is
bothering her. In the silence of the night, things have a chance to surface.
When our children were little we sang to them, told them stories, or read to
them. As teenagers, some of them still liked to be read to at times. They also
listened to music before drifting off to sleep. By bedtime, many different
currents from the day are coming together.
Each child is different. Some children find it easy to fall asleep. For others,
the transition is very difficult. At times, when our children were little, we tried
everything possible to make bedtime a peaceful ending to the day. Sometimes,
especially when we were tired ourselves, no matter what we did, it was anything
but peaceful.
As hard as we both tried to protect this time, many things got in our way.
Work to be done, phone calls to make arrangements for the next day, more than
one child needing us, or children of different ages having different needs, often
pulling us in different directions. Older children’s needs can get shortchanged,
taking a backseat to the younger ones. It’s an ongoing juggling act. Sometimes a
peaceful bedtime gets lost in all this. But the nights when we made the space to
be fully present and somehow it came about, sharing a child’s concern or feeling
her drift into sleep reminded us how precious this time can be.
DAVID WHYTE,
from “Looking Back at Night,” Where Many Rivers Meet
Gathas and Blessings
The whole class recited it aloud at the beginning of each day in kindergarten
and the first few grades of elementary school. The words were accompanied by a
series of arm movements that painted a flowing picture: making a sweeping
circle over the head for the sun; the hands then tracing lines from over the head
back to the heart, palms open to the sky; arms extending out with warmth; the
hands then being brought back to the chest, closed around each other, and,
finally, opening with the life of bird and beast, and completing the movement as
the fingers and palms form the petaled cup of a flower.
We very much liked that the children were visiting this little gatha of the
heart on a regular basis. We thought it good food for their minds and bodies and
as important, if not more so, as anything else they might be learning. It felt like
the daily repetition of this verse was protecting and nurturing something
precious in them, and reminding them each day of the power and the
preciousness of life and of the central empowering energy of the heart, which we
call love. A little morning meditation for the class, to call the heart to awaken
and remind the children of interconnectedness… sun, heart, life, power, bird,
beast, flower, children, love, all one inseparable whole.
We learned many such gathas from our children. They said one before lunch
in school that became our way of moving from the busyness of the day to a
moment of silent connection as we sat down to dinner as a family, holding hands
around the table:
Then we would keep silent for a moment or two, look at each other around
the circle, look at our food and at the whole table set for dinner, and then say,
“Blessings on our meal and blessings on our family.” If guests were present, we
might say, “Blessings on our guests.”
We never said any blessings or grace in our families when we were growing
up, and we sometimes felt uncomfortable when we ran into situations in which
saying grace was the rule of the house. But as we got older, we both understood
more and more the importance of intentionally and mindfully blessing what is
wholesome and good in life so that it doesn’t go unnoticed and uncelebrated.
Perhaps that is why we found these gathas of awareness and gratitude so
congenial when our children brought them home and taught them to us. They
were mindfulness blessings. They seemed so inclusive, so appreciative, so
embracing. We like to think that during all the years we spoke these little verses
and took the time to linger in the feelings they evoked, they were watering seeds
within our hearts that continue to flower in our family and in the children,
wherever they go. It is good to know that the sun is in your heart.
And these gathas may have also planted seeds in the children for loving what
is behind the veil of appearance, what great poets know and celebrate so
uncannily with words.…
Choices
Healing Moments
Most of what I (mkz) have learned in my life, I have learned from being a
parent. My children are continually teaching me what I need to know, when I
need to know it. Over the years I have had to remind myself to see things from
each child’s point of view, and in doing so, often my eyes have been opened to
old patterns of relating from my own childhood that were limiting or damaging.
What has been harder for me to see are the ways in which I can sometimes
overcompensate for things that were lacking in my own childhood by going to
the other extreme. Parenting decisions are often influenced by our experiences
growing up within the particular dynamic of our family of origin. It can be
useful to remind ourselves that there are significant differences between the
family dynamic our child is experiencing and the one we grew up with. With
some awareness that the context within which everything is happening is
different, our choices as parents can be more balanced and appropriate to what is
actually called for in the present.
Each time we are able to see and understand something about our own
experience as a child, it can act as a guide for us in our parenting and liberate us
in some small way from the grip of the past. When we sense the arising of an old
and destructive pattern, whether it is in the tone of our voice (for instance,
belittling or minimizing a child’s feelings), a look on our face (disdain or
contempt), or in our words (for example, “What’s the matter with you?” or
calling them some kind of hurtful name), we have a precious opportunity to
make a choice. We can continue with our automatic and sometimes cruel
behavior, which in some ways may feel familiar and comfortable because we
may have experienced being treated this way ourselves growing up, or we can
stop in that moment and try to see more clearly behind our own intense
reactions. We can try, in spite of the strength of these highly conditioned
emotional habits of mind, to see with fresh eyes, and to ask, “What am I doing
right now? Why am I reacting so strongly in this situation? Where will this take
me if I keep going in this direction? What does my child really need from me in
this moment? What choices do I have here?”
Clearly it is a lot to ask of ourselves in such moments to consider the
possibility of opening our hearts right there and then—especially when we are
already being carried away by the inner momentum of it all and our own deeply
ingrained habits of a lifetime. Is it possible for us to stop ourselves at such times
and hold the present moment in awareness, as it is, and observe our impulses
without having to automatically act on them?
As our children move through different developmental stages, our own
demons from similar periods in our lives can come back to haunt us in particular
situations. They can make themselves known with a sudden jolt of recognition,
or they may simply be floating around, cloudlike, at the edges of our
consciousness. Certain familiar situations can trigger intense reactions on our
part that have more to do with us than with our children. The reaction might be a
harshness in our response to something a child does, or a pattern of tuning out at
particular times, or feelings of fear, anxiety, or discomfort.
When one of those disquieting feelings is triggered, it can be helpful to pause
inwardly, if just for a moment, and listen closely to it. The more upsetting it is,
the harder it may be to bring into focus. A clue to how disturbing it really is is
how quickly the feeling gets pushed aside. Such moments may be very difficult
to capture in awareness at first, especially if our feelings as children weren’t
accorded much value in our family. We may be used to sweeping them under the
proverbial rug.
If we can bring such a feeling back into awareness, it becomes a clue
pointing to something deeper. Its significance may not come to us until later,
perhaps after repeated experiences that bring up similar feelings. Taking the time
to stop, to breathe, to locate and feel the emotion and accompanying tension in
the body gives us at least a chance to recognize that in some way we are under
an old spell, and perhaps to wake from it with a more mindful and imaginative
response.
In the moments when we are able to catch ourselves and change course, when
we choose to act differently and in a way that is more aligned with what our
child may need from us, a transformation and a healing can take place within
ourselves. It becomes a healing moment.
When we choose to honor our children’s needs in this way, there is also a
potential honoring of our own unfulfilled childhood needs. When we choose to
be kind rather than cruel, we get to experience kindness. It becomes real for us.
If we were hit as a child, there can be a deep feeling of satisfaction if we are able
to choose a better way to resolve conflict when the impulse to lash out comes up
in us. If we were unprotected as children, when we care for and protect our
children, we may find ourselves experiencing feeling safer and more secure as
well.
In any moment, we can choose to set aside the emotional armor that may
have been useful to us in the past, and give our children the gift of a more open,
compassionate, and understanding parent. In the process, we get a taste of the
way it might have been in our own childhood, and more importantly, we get to
share the intrinsic freedom and connectedness of this moment not only with our
child, but also with ourself. In choosing to break out of a negative cycle, the
magic of a love that is unconditional touches us as well. Each time we are able to
do this, we take another step toward wholeness and our own liberation.
Perhaps you can recall moments when your feelings were dismissed,
disregarded, made fun of, or belittled as a child. Each interaction taken by itself
may seem trivial and insignificant (“What’s the big deal?” “Why are you so
sensitive?”). But they are not insignificant, and when they are repeated over and
over again, they can have a damaging effect on a child’s self-confidence and
trust.
Bringing awareness to our own tendencies to act or react in such ways gives
us the possibility of breaking this harmful pattern. Such a moment occurred
when a mother was driving her nine-year-old son and his friend to her home
after school so that the boys could have some time to play together. In the car,
the friend was talking to her son nonstop. Her son was uncharacteristically quiet,
and occasionally said something back in a grumpy, taciturn way. She
reprimanded him for this unfriendliness and reminded him how lucky he was to
have his friend coming home with him. After about an hour of playing together,
her son completely fell apart, yelling and kicking and crying, and she found
herself exasperated and angry with him. It was only later, in thinking about what
transpired, that she had the realization that being well-behaved and polite were
of paramount importance in her own family of origin. In telling her son how
lucky he was in response to his grumpiness, she was basically telling him to stuff
his feelings and make his friend feel welcome. She was taking care of the
friend’s feelings and her own feelings, but not his.
She realized as well that she could have done any number of things that
would have taken into account her son’s feeling state. She could have named
what she was seeing in a matter-of-fact way, acknowledging how he seemed to
be feeling in that moment, suggested a quiet time in the car for both of them, and
let her awareness of the situation inform the choices she gave the boys when
they got to her home. Instead, she saw that she had adopted an automatic mode
of behavior that was repeating an old and familiar pattern of denying feelings
when those feelings were not “positive,” polite, and friendly.
At another time, this same mother had taken her son to visit her mother, who
hadn’t seen him more than two or three times in his life. The grandmother
decided to invite one of her friends over at the same time and proceeded to
ignore her grandson and engage in a lively chat with her friend. Meanwhile,
trapped in an environment that had little to interest him, he became bored and
restless, and proceeded to run around the room and knock into the furniture.
Embarrassed by her inability to control her son’s unruly behavior, the mother
angrily dragged him out and took him home. She was furious and admonished
him for behaving rudely and not listening to her when she told him to stop. He
looked at her with a pleading look and said, “But, Mom, Grandma didn’t even
talk to me!”
Suddenly, a veil fell from her eyes and she saw that she had put her son in the
same situation she had always been put in when she was a child. No matter how
much her mother had ignored her feelings and needs, she was always expected to
be polite, friendly, and thoughtful. Now, as a mother herself, she was able to see
that her mother had not made any effort to reach out to her grandson, to engage
him in any way or to think about what would be fun for him. Instead of being
able to feel angry or upset with her mother, she became angry with her son and
replayed the familiar scene from her own childhood. Her son knew that his
grandmother was ignoring him, but she had been unable to see it until he pointed
it out: another example of how we learn from our children.
In thinking about all this later, the mother said she felt that it would be
unrealistic to expect her mother to change, but that the next time they visited, she
would bring some things for her son to do, or meet in a park, or insist that her
mother come to her house. She also did something that was very important in
rebuilding trust. She apologized to her son for getting angry with him when he
was having a difficult time in a difficult situation. In being able to communicate
her understanding and acceptance of his experience, she was strengthening his
trust in her and also supporting him in trusting his own feelings.
No matter how much we love our children and want to be the best parents we
can be, at times our automatic reactions can lead to moments of discord and
disconnection. Such moments are inevitable, a natural part of life, since it is
virtually impossible for us to be mindful all the time, or even most of the time,
nor is it desirable. What is important is that we discover that we can navigate the
interpersonal difficulties we encounter or even generate ourselves. At the same
time, our children get to see that these kinds of temporary and painful ruptures
can be acknowledged, worked with, and repaired. Mindfulness is not an ideal or
an end state. Rather it is always a process, a way of being in relationship to what
is actually unfolding, including or especially in moments of mindlessness. Self-
judgment and remorse often follow. Each moment affords us a new opportunity
to work with some degree of kindness with our own automaticity, fears, and
expectations and the very real effects they can have, and learn from them.
At times, we may need to apologize and acknowledge how hurtful our
behavior was, although the impulse to apologize can itself become too facile and
automatic. It may be more helpful to simply acknowledge what happened
silently to ourself and inwardly renew our commitment to be more mindful and
more open to the complexities of the present moment. We can also, if we catch
ourselves, stop and bring awareness to our breathing, grounding ourselves once
again in the body, and perhaps say to our child, “Let’s start over.”
Becoming aware of limiting or destructive patterns of behavior in our own
family as we grew up, becoming aware of our own childhood experiences of
sadness, anger, and alienation is both a painful learning process and a
tremendously useful one. We can use this awareness to help us make wiser
choices in our parenting.
Who’s the Parent, Who’s the Child?
There is a certain amount of suffering that is just a part of the human condition.
And then there is suffering that we make for ourselves and others, not intending
to, but out of our own unconsciousness, ignorance, and unmet emotional needs,
often stemming from our family of origin and how we ourselves were seen and
treated in childhood. There is certainly enough anguish in families to not
compound it by creating unnecessary emotional burdens and prisons for those
we love out of the unexamined habits of a lifetime. To bring this domain into
greater focus, we might reflect on the unwritten and unspoken emotional rules in
our family of origin and how they might have influenced us.
A friend once described only being visible to her father when she spoke with
him about his work, which was in science. Only when she failed her premed
courses did she realize that she had been following a path that wasn’t really her
own, and she began to focus full-time on her artwork, incurring strong
disapproval from her father. The tacit rule was, “I am happy to approve of you as
long as you do something that I value.”
Such tacit emotional frameworks are different in different families. In some,
the parents’ emotional needs dominate. In others, emotional needs are ignored
completely. Unspoken patterns of relating are often set up for the benefit of the
people with the most power, usually one or both parents. Appeals based on guilt,
shame, devotion, duty, and responsibility can all be used to manipulate and
coerce children to maintain such insidious patterns, leaving little room for the
child to have and express his or her own feelings and needs.
Some parents only know how to feel close and connected through their
wounds and their pain. They unconsciously want their children to feel their pain
with them and, sometimes, to carry it for them. A subtle entraining may take
place between parent and child—wholly beneath the conscious awareness and
intention of the parent—in which the child learns to tune into the emotional
needs of the parent, often without anything being said. Rather than the parent
being empathic and compassionate, the child takes on that role and is expected to
empathize with the parent’s feelings, troubles, and stresses. The child becomes
predominantly “other-oriented,” acting as the parent’s confidant, a sympathetic
ear. The child’s own feelings, needs, desires get buried. The son may become a
“good boy,” the daughter a “good girl,” at the expense of their own feelings,
their own inner selves. They may feel that in order to hold on to who they are,
they have to do something extreme, such as get into self-destructive behaviors,
run away, or become emotionally isolated and remote.
For our children’s innate capacity for emotional intelligence to develop, it is
important that over time they come to some awareness and acceptance of their
feelings, whatever they may be, and what they might be needing. When they are
little, they can learn from our naming what we are sensing and seeing—“You
seem really frustrated right now [or tired, angry, or impatient]”; “Joey looks
really sad. Why do you think he feels that way?”—and by communicating
awareness of our own feelings and needs. Through this process, they slowly
learn how to more effectively communicate their feelings and recognize for
themselves what they might be needing. They also benefit greatly from a
sympathetic emotional responsiveness from those around them. When this
happens, over time children naturally learn to be more aware of other people.
They begin to experience what it means to engage in dialogue and have a sense
of “the other.” They speak, the other listens; the other speaks, they listen.
Hopefully, they begin to have direct experiences of reciprocity. Through having
their feelings and needs heard and responded to, and through being able to put
their trust in others, they are better able to develop the skills needed to have full,
reciprocal relationships of their own. This takes time. For most of us, it is a
lifetime’s work.
When children feel the latitude and safety to say how they feel and how they
see things, it is only natural that they will challenge their parents at times. It can
take a long time for children to be able to acknowledge their part in things and
take responsibility for their actions. This requires a lot of patience on our part. In
fact, we may notice that sometimes we don’t find this so easy to do ourselves.
A man wrote to his father telling him about some of the things that pained
and troubled him in their relationship. The father wrote back, “I forgive you for
that terrible letter.” He completely disavowed that there might be any truth in
what his son wrote. Instead of asking his son to forgive him, he was dispensing
forgiveness as if his son had committed a crime by telling him his feelings. How
much less damaging, to say nothing of healing, it would have been if he could
have heard his son’s pain and felt some compassion for him even though he was
unable to understand it. Then he might have replied, “I feel for you deeply and
regret any pain I might have caused you. I am willing to get together if you
would like to and try to understand what happened and my part in it.”
A woman who turned her back on a “perfect marriage” and came out as a lesbian
said: “I didn’t want to lose my mother, but my choice was to lose her or to lose
myself, and I couldn’t do that.”
One of two grown sisters, speaking of their mother, said, “We don’t think of her
as our ‘real’ mother because she doesn’t act like a mother. It feels more like
we’re her mother. She is constantly letting us know that we are not doing
enough, that we can’t love and appreciate her enough.”
What did your parents expect of you? What were you responsible for
emotionally in your family? In what ways were your parents child oriented?
What basic needs were met and in what ways? How much room were you given
to act in different ways? Who in the family was responsible for the quality of the
relationships? Who had to make things better? Who nurtured whom?
Sometimes as adults we find ourselves carrying a heavy emotional pack on
our backs. This pack holds all sorts of things that may not really belong to us,
but that over the years we have been in the habit of carrying—our parents’ pain,
their expectations, their disappointments, their secrets, their anger, their wounds.
Sometimes, even thinking about putting down this load can fill us with such
feelings of inadequacy and guilt that we are paralyzed emotionally, unable to
make a move. If we put down the burden, we will be a “bad” son or daughter.
How could we do that?
When we finally do try to put it down, when we try to step out of a role that
was imposed upon us a long time ago and that we have been playing primarily
through force of habit, guilt, and fear, when we refuse to play by the old,
unspoken emotional rules of the family, all hell can break loose.
Disengaging from the old, comfortable familial patterns of relating and
moving toward greater emotional independence may be seen as a major betrayal.
We may be met with ferocious resistance and criticism. Creating new emotional
patterns in our lives takes tremendous courage and persistence.
It’s never too late to put down the load we are carrying and try to create new
patterns of relating that are more appropriate and balanced. This process in turn
may help us to see more clearly the unspoken patterns and expectations that we
have with our own children. We have the potential to free ourselves and our
children from some of these unnecessary emotional burdens. Everyone can
become lighter, more spacious, and more authentic.
So, perhaps it’s a good idea from time to time to ask ourselves whether our
children are here to meet our needs, or whether it is the other way around. When
our children are little, it is obviously our job as parents to meet their needs,
which change over time. In addition, as they get older, with some awareness on
our part, we can support them in their own ongoing process of identifying and
learning how to meet their own needs. This capacity is key to developing into a
healthy and emotionally integrated adult. The other aspect of this is that as
parents, we have our own needs. Cultivating greater self-awareness and learning
when and how to effectively communicate our needs is an essential aspect of
having a healthy relationship with our children.
Even with grown children, there are times when they need us to give them
support, understanding, and, to the degree that we can, assistance. If there is a
disagreement or a rift between us, can we find the courage, with all the pain and
the gulf of time and hurt, to reach out to our grown child, to find ways to heal, to
reconnect? It may not be possible in all cases. We can only try, and perhaps
never give up our willingness to reconnect in healthier ways. But sometimes, we
have to wait for our children to want to again.
If we didn’t get our emotional needs met by our parents, as much work in
psychology has shown, we may find it particularly difficult to give to our
children or to ourselves, and the cycle may be repeated over and over again,
from generation to generation. Working with awareness, moment to moment, we
have a chance to end this vicious cycle.
As our children get older, there will be ways in which they will continue to
need our support. And as we age, there will be times when we will need their
support. A circle of life, an ongoing giving and receiving, changing over time,
can nourish us all.
My hands reach down, trembling with anger, reach toward the needy
child, but instead of roughly managing her they close gently as a whisper
on her body. As though I am somehow physically enlarged, I draw her to
me, breathing deeply. The tension drops away. At this moment, I am
invested not with my own thin, worn endurance, but with my mother’s
patience. This is a gift she has given to me from far away. Her hands have
poured it into me. The hours she soothed me and the deep quiet in which I
watched her rock, nurse, and comfort my younger brothers and sisters
have passed invisibly into me. This gift has lain within me all my life, like
a bird in a nest, waiting until the moment my hands need the soft strength
of wings.
LOUISE ERDRICH,
The Blue Jay’s Dance
Family Values
What we value in our own family changes over time, but in general, it includes a
sense of connectedness, of being part of a larger, loving whole that shelters and
nurtures and allows each person to be known and accepted for who he or she is,
and in which there is a fundamental commitment to being honest and respectful
along with a willingness to work through the difficult moments.
This doesn’t just magically happen. It takes a certain kind of inner work and a
complementary outer work to build and maintain a family culture within the
home that reflects what we value. The form constantly changes as the family
changes in size, as children grow, as we grow and change as parents and as
people, and as changes take place in the society that have a profound impact on
us. And at some point, the children leave the family culture to create their own.
Every family develops its own unique culture whether it is aware of it or not.
The challenge of mindful parenting in part involves bringing the qualities of
one’s family culture into awareness and trying to make conscious choices that
reflect and embody one’s values as parents.
Much has been made of the whole question of “family values.” Often this is
done in a highly politicized or moralistic framework that holds a narrow view of
what constitutes a “good” family. The word value literally means “that which is
accorded priority.” What we make a priority will set the tone for the family
culture. So “family values” is not just a theoretical concept. It doesn’t matter
what we think or believe, or what our principles are, if none of it is being
actualized in practice.
Our individual and collective values speak volumes through how we conduct
ourselves in the ordinary, everyday unfolding of our lives. We embody our
priorities whether we know it or not. So it can be very helpful to bring awareness
to the whole domain of what we are already embodying, in a spirit of inquiry and
acceptance rather than judgment. If we don’t feel comfortable with particular
aspects of what we see in our own behavior or in our priorities within the family,
perhaps, in the spirit of mindfulness practice and of mindful parenting, we might
look at the whole question of what it would take to incrementally establish
different priorities that reflect more deeply what we care about. We might ask
ourselves, “What is most important to us? What do we value most as parents?
Are there basic principles we can point to that are priorities for our family, that
we actually put first in our choices and in our actions?”
In our own family, we value sovereignty, empathy, acceptance, and
awareness as fundamental avenues for expressing love and caring. Out of these
come other values, such as respect, kindness, truthfulness, responsibility,
flexibility, autonomy, and privacy. We try to live in accordance with these values
as best we can. Of course, there are times when we find ourselves acting in ways
that are not at all in accordance with these values. When we become aware of
this, the practice is to see what is happening, as painful as that can be, and renew
our commitment to act in ways that are more in alignment with our core values.
This is what we mean by the embodied practice of mindfulness.
We also value peace and harmony, but sometimes family life is anything but
peaceful and harmonious. Our experience is that peace and harmony cannot be
imposed on children any more than other values. They can only be encouraged,
cultivated, and nurtured by example. This requires some patience and trust on
our part that these qualities will take root and grow over time. This is not about
our being exemplary people or “perfect parents.” What is most important here is
our commitment to the process of working with our own awareness. When our
children see that we are human and can make mistakes and acknowledge them,
in our view they are learning important lessons about values and about life.
The emotional and physical atmosphere parents create within the family sets the
stage on which the ongoing development of that family’s values unfolds. The
more that mindfulness can be brought to this dimension of family life, the more
likely it is that the deep inner values of the family will be reflected in parenting
decisions.
One aspect of family atmosphere and culture that we value is a sense of the
home as a haven, a refuge from the bombardment of outside stimuli, a place in
which our own values set the tone and can have a tempering effect on the
sometimes superficial, frenetic, and materialistic values of the broader culture.
Family rituals can be an important part of the fabric of a home culture.
Rituals can create a comforting atmosphere that grounds the family members in
space and time and strengthens the feeling bonds between family members. It is
the quality of our intentionality and the consciousness that we bring to them
moment to moment that give family rituals their meaning.
Anything can be made into a family ritual, from waking up the children in the
morning, to tying their shoes, to brushing or braiding their hair, to having a bath,
to having dinner together as often as possible, to lighting candles at the dinner
table, to saying a blessing, or singing a song together, or sitting around the fire in
winter, or telling stories before bedtime. All can serve to enrich family life.
However, they may require the added ritual of intentionally shutting down the
Internet at particular times so we can experience these kinds of profoundly
human analog moments.
We can also bring mindful awareness to creating rituals around maintaining
the physical environment in the home. While a clean and orderly home may not
always feel like the highest of priorities, when the home is dirty and in chaos
everyone’s energy can be affected. This goes beyond keeping the house orderly
merely for appearance’s sake. Mindfulness can be brought to sharing in the work
of maintaining the home. The various tasks of daily life can become rituals that
give children a sense of feeling needed and useful. Even small children can be
given simple jobs that allow them to work alongside their parents and siblings.
Cooking together, cleaning up together, or folding the laundry can all be
occasions in which the children, depending on their ages, can participate.
Communicating clear and consistent expectations, we can make organizing and
cleaning the house a family ritual so that the work is shared by everyone. The
home is made ready for new beginnings.
As parents, we find we need to cultivate an overarching awareness of the
family as a whole. The family is nourished by being held in our consciousness
and having its needs considered in much the same way that we ponder the needs
of our individual children. There are times when the family itself needs attention.
We bring everyone together, sometimes to identify and solve particular
problems, sometimes just to check in with each other, sometimes just to have
fun. Over time, a collective sense of being part of a larger whole develops in the
children.
Children naturally form their own broader societal values out of the
atmosphere and culture of the family and from their expanding interfaces with
the world. As we have said, just as we cannot impose values of peace and
harmony in the family, we cannot inculcate qualities such as generosity,
compassion, nonharming, equality, and appreciation for diversity through
moralizing or coercion. It is through observing these qualities in others, and
through our embodying such values ourselves, that our children have a direct
lived experience of them.
My son had grown up in the outer boroughs of New York City. His father
and I having divorced when he was rather young, I felt it was up to me to
instill in him the values which I believed were important in life. Among
them was respect for all people regardless of their heritage or life
circumstance.
Since his childhood, much had changed in New York City. Many areas,
including the neighborhood he now lived in, were inhabited by homeless
men and women—sometimes aggressively begging and sometimes more
passively sitting or sleeping in doorways.
One cold winter evening I was eager to meet my twenty-three-year-old
son at his apartment to take him out to dinner in his new neighborhood.
My visits with him were precious moments to me—all too infrequent, as
far as I was concerned, but at the frequency that suited him. I knew that it
had to be that way in order for him to be successful in establishing his
adult life on his own terms.
As I approached his building, I noticed a woman sitting on the
sidewalk, begging, just to the right of the doorway. I felt tension building
in my body as I averted my eyes from her, pretending not to see her as I
entered the building. I didn’t want any awareness of human suffering to
interfere with my intention of spending an evening enjoying the company
of my son.
Soon my son and I were on our way, down the elevator and out the
door, to choose from among the wide variety of local restaurants. We
would visit with each other that night over a leisurely meal.
As we stepped out of the doorway of his building, he walked over to
the woman sitting on the sidewalk—in the same spot where I had made a
concerted effort to avoid seeing her just a short while before. As he gave
her the change from his pocket, to my surprise he said to her—in
introduction—“This is my mother.” As I looked in her direction I was
greeted by a warm, open smile—and we acknowledged each other with
“Hello.”
He knew it was okay to see her as just another person—in a terrible
situation—to whom to be kind.
I had wanted him to learn to see the common humanity in all people
without exception—and so he had. I felt deeply moved as I realized that
now he was reteaching me a value that on that evening I had lost track of.
It was a value that I had taught to him so many years before.
Consuming Choices
As for the consumer choices that we face as parents, sometimes little by little,
with seemingly minor and innocuous decisions, we run the risk of precluding
precious interactions with our children and they, as a consequence, of losing a
certain kind of nourishment from us. In making these choices, we can bring a
degree of mindfulness to how the products we acquire to support our parenting
might affect our child’s experience of the world and her relationship with us.
For instance, we may put an infant in a stroller without giving it much
thought. But if we consider what it might be like for her, we might see that in
some strollers, she will be facing out to the world with no protection from all the
stimuli, bodies, noise, and energy that are coming directly toward her. We might
also see that while all these unpredictable stimuli are coming, unfiltered, at this
very new being, she is physically removed from what she knows best and from
what helps ground her in her world—namely her parents. Each baby is different,
and as parents, we can sense when our baby is ready to interface more with the
world.
We can also carry our baby in a sling or a cloth carrier close to our body.
Here, she can be in the world and yet protected from it at the same time.
Depending on the child’s temperament and age, even front-facing cloth baby
carriers may provide too much visual stimulation at times, and may overwhelm a
sensitive nervous system. There’s no one right choice. Mindful parenting is an
ongoing process of noticing and adjusting what we do based on what we see and
sense and feel.
In some families, when the distance is not too great, toddlers are encouraged
to walk, and it soon becomes the norm for them. A child can also be worn at
times on the parent’s back in a child carrier. In that way, she gets to feel the
movement and warmth of her parent’s body, and can reach out and touch his face
and hair. In this position, other people’s faces are right at eye level, allowing her
to communicate with them over her parent’s shoulder or lean into his body if she
is feeling shy. All the while, her feet ride on the foot bar, pushing against it,
moving her whole body up and down, stretching. A sense of security and a
whole world of sensory stimulation and responding come just from being carried
in this way.
Making these kinds of choices may require somewhat more thought and work
for us in the short run. However, there are wonderful gifts and pleasures for both
parents and children that result from doing so. We can be closer, more in touch,
and more in tune with them. We are also less likely to miss a child’s subtle
communications, whether a smile or a sound, or the light touch of a hand…
moments of pure pleasure and connection.
We live in a time when things are changing more rapidly than ever before in
history. We have infinitely more information available to us, but perhaps much
of it is not what we most need. We have moved across an invisible and
irreversible threshold, from the analog world of all of human history, nature
itself, and evolution, into a brave, new digital era in which our lives are
interfaced with ever-increasing computing power in an interconnected web of
virtual global communication. From a time when parents were concerned about
the effects of television watching, we now face the ubiquitous presence of ever-
smaller and more mobile digital devices that connect children to the Internet and
the World Wide Web, the world of texting and other forms of social networking,
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, video, graphics, music, games, as well
as countless cable channels, and movies… a Pandora’s box of infinite access to
unlimited content. What are parents to do in the face of our children being
exposed to worlds we may know little or nothing about, or feel may be
unhealthy, even toxic in some cases? How do we protect our children from these
kinds of unfiltered exposures? And how do we identify and regulate, depending
on their ages, whatever aspects of the technology we think may be positive and
growth enhancing?
Between smartphones and tablets, parents now have access to anything and
everything digital, and also infinite occasions to distract ourselves and be so
absorbed in the digital world that we are out of touch with the present moment
and the natural world. Not only do we need to consider our children’s exposure
and use of the various media available to them, but we also need to be aware of
and perhaps regulate our own use and possible addiction to it in order to be
present at all in our lives and with our children. More and more, children are
having to compete with these devices to get their parents’ attention. What is
more, parents are handing them to small children to keep them occupied.
Smartphone apps are increasingly being developed for this very purpose. Our
children may be at risk for developing a primary attachment to electronic devices
rather than to human beings. And so may we.
There’s no question that the world we live in is transforming before our very
eyes. These technological inventions and those yet to come, both in hardware
and software, are making a new world. By the time they are adults, our children
will be immersed and well versed in it. All the more reason for them to be strong
and balanced in body, mind, heart, and spirit, and develop a deep connection to
and appreciation for the analog world.
There is no question that the ubiquity of the Internet as well as of social
media adds new dimensions to childhood and to parenting that need continual
adjusting to and monitoring. This relatively new and ever-changing world
requires us to be aware of it up close and, if necessary, regulate its use and the
kinds of content our children are potentially being exposed to. Hopefully, with
awareness of its looming availability and its seductive pulls, we can find ways to
promote balance with other activities—new and uncharted territory for those
attempting to parent with some degree of mindfulness in the digital age. If we
are addicted to these devices ourselves, it may convey the message that our
children are not as important as our e-mails, texts, and tweets.
Fully embodied human beings cannot be nurtured through technology, no
matter how clever or engaging the technology may be. We need embodied
experiences and the nurturance of the human heart by human beings who feel
and who care. Devices, overused as electronic babysitters when parents are busy,
or as a convenience when children are bored, can too easily displace important
childhood experiences and face-to-face human interaction and activities.
What may on the face of it seem like helpful additions to our lives can have
ramifications we may not have fully anticipated. For example, many children
now have their own cell phones. Although this can be incredibly useful at times,
and certainly in an emergency, the unanticipated downside may be that any time
something difficult arises, it is all too easy for a child to immediately seek help
or advice from a parent rather than having to rely on his or her own ability to
problem-solve. This is one of an increasing number of issues that parents face.
Another is the question of whether we allow our children unlimited access to the
Internet just because it exists. To what degree are we examining and thinking
about its potential positive and negative aspects? Are there ways to tilt things
toward the positive and minimize the negative? In this domain, we often have far
more questions than answers. But the questioning itself is very important. It is
one way of bringing greater mindfulness to the effects these technologies are
having on our children and on the family.
Another avenue might be for us to notice the effects of these various devices
and technologies on our children while they are engaged with them. What state
are their bodies in? Do you see any signs of tension? What kind of movements
are they making? What images are they absorbing? How much violence is there?
What might the cognitive, emotional, and social effects be on children who more
and more inhabit this virtual world? What messages are they getting from
engaging in this way? What values might they be absorbing? How many real-life
social interactions are they not having by being perpetually absorbed in their
devices, even on social media sites?
When children are watching TV shows, we think it is important for us as their
parents to ponder similar questions. Studies have shown that on average, the
American child watches twenty-five thousand hours of television before
reaching the age of eighteen and witnesses more than two hundred thousand acts
of violence, including sixteen thousand murders. In its 1996 Physician’s Guide to
Media Violence, the American Medical Association reported that the amount of
time spent in front of a television or video screen is “the single biggest chunk of
time in the waking life of an American child.” The average family in America
has the television set turned on for seven hours each day. Sixty percent of
families have the TV set on during mealtime. That has not decreased over time.
A 2009 Nielsen Company survey showed that children ages two to five spend
more than thirty-two hours a week in front of a TV screen.
Again, as parents, we need to be mindful of the effects of such exposure on
our children and observe our family’s relationship to this powerful force.
Questions we might ask ourselves include: What are we observing in our
children when they watch television and in the aftermath of watching? What
messages are they absorbing? How passive are they? To what degree are they
mesmerized, in a hypnotic trance of sorts? How many hours do they do this each
day, each week? What are they not doing while they are doing this? How much
cruelty are they witnessing? Do fights start when the TV goes off? How is all
this affecting their attitudes and behaviors at home and in school, and their views
of themselves and of society? Just observing carefully and asking ourselves such
questions can help us to make choices that may significantly increase the quality
of family life and enhance the lives of our children. We can also foster more self-
awareness in our children by suggesting they pay attention to how they feel
when they are engaged in such activities, and afterward.
In many homes, the television is on almost all the time. The images that come
from the news bombard even very young children with all the horrible things
that are happening in the world each day. Whether they are actively watching the
news or not, young people are growing up immersed in a particular, highly
skewed view of reality, synthesized out of what corporate network executives
decide is newsworthy. This process tends to focus on the most violent and
terrible things that are happening locally and throughout the world. Conversely,
huge areas of human generativity and creativity, which are equally or more
important and actually new, and thus newsworthy, are virtually ignored.
Similar attention needs to be brought to other avenues through which our
children are affected by the media and entertainment industry. Sometimes young
children are exposed to movies with grotesque and terrifying images that sear
themselves into their minds and their memories, when they have no way to filter
them, put them in perspective, or understand them. It is hard enough for adults to
do that with such mind-numbing and frightening images. The sound track alone
can be a total assault on the nervous system, designed to elicit intense
physiological distress reactions. Many of the images in violent movies are
unthinkable, and it is unthinkable that children would see such things. It is
unthinkable, and yet exposure to violent images has become the norm, and as a
culture we have become inured to it.
Both movies and television can promote paranoia and distrust, giving the
impression that the world is a terribly dangerous place full of crazy and violent
people. So much good happens every day in the world but, as we’ve said, it
doesn’t make the news. So the view both parents and children have of the world
gets very skewed. We find we have to keep reminding our children and ourselves
that in spite of the violence in our society, it is still a relatively small percentage
of people who commit crimes and cause harm. They need to know that even in
the most dangerous neighborhoods, there are many people who are good and
caring. Helping our children to feel safe and to see the world in a realistic way
that allows them to feel hopeful is a difficult, ongoing challenge. The more
violence they witness in the media, the more difficult this is.
There are neighborhoods where violence is more prevalent in children’s lives,
whether it is violence they are experiencing in the home or on the streets.
Teachers report that children come to school having witnessed violent acts and
knowing people who are harmed by them. Some teachers are now bringing
mindfulness practices into their classrooms in inner-city neighborhoods to teach
children self-awareness, calming skills, emotion regulation, and lovingkindness
toward themselves and others. The basic practices of mindfulness, which have to
do with being aware of thoughts and feelings, accepting and understanding the
ever-changing nature of things, and cultivating an ability to be grounded in one’s
own body and breath can be helpful for children in stressful and emotionally
challenging situations.
To come back to the example of television, a steady diet of cartoons and
sitcoms does not benefit a child’s development, no matter how engaging or
clever these programs may be. The presence of television dramatically alters the
atmosphere in the home. It looms as a constant and seductive offering, against
which all the other activities children might engage in are measured. In this way,
it subtly or not so subtly interferes with their experiencing the natural unfolding
rhythms of the day, which include periods of quiet, even boredom, that can lead
to both physically active and imaginative play, immersion in the natural world,
time for musing and introspection, creative time, time playing with friends, time
with the family, and time spent connecting with the larger community. Children
are developing greater familiarity with characters on TV than they are with real
people, and they can get attached to them. Real-life experience may be put on
hold so that they won’t have to miss an episode with their TV friends.
Media can easily wind up taking the place of all sorts of developmentally
essential experiences that are relational, embodied, and hands-on and that further
social and emotional learning and the maturation of pathways within the brain
that are critical for effective functioning in adolescence and adulthood. While
certain technologies may have some role to play in learning in childhood, it is
important for us as parents to be aware of what might be lost, and of the need for
balance and oversight.
When our son was five, he had a monarch caterpillar one summer that he put
in a jar with some milkweed. He fed it and watched it day after day as it ate the
leaves, then miraculously spun itself into a chrysalis and then, after a long latent
period, emerged as a butterfly, which he then set free. It is from integrated,
participatory experiences such as this that children learn about the world. They
are also living metaphors that point to meaning and order and interconnectedness
underlying the world and living things. Such experiences stimulate the
imagination and delight children with their magic and mystery.
We often noticed that after our children had been engaged in a creative
process such as drawing or painting or singing, or listening to us read from
books that transport and elevate and excite—creating and populating whole
worlds in their minds with beautiful language and finely developed characters
and relationships—books such as Ronia, the Robber’s Daughter, The Adventures
of Tom Sawyer, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, the Arthurian legends, and fairy
tales and myths from different countries and cultures, there was a sense of the
children being enlivened, their eyes shining, their faces awash with pleasure.
We didn’t see that look on our children’s faces after they had been watching
TV or movies. The process is too passive. No imagination is required. All the
images are created for them, a strange combination of numbing and
overstimulating the nervous system in an attempt to keep them engaged. There is
no time for introspection or reflection, for pauses in which to connect the story
to other meaningful experiences in their lives, or to share moments of deep
feeling when something touches them.
We found that not having a television when our children were little, although
a radical step given their ubiquity in American life, was a viable option—in fact,
a wonderful one. Sometimes it takes getting rid of things to see the actual effect
that they are having on the family. It is not until they are out of the home that
their most pervasive and insidious effects on family life can actually be seen in
the contrasting peace and creative uses of time that become options and a way of
being only in their absence. What is lost in terms of entertainment for both
children and parents is more than compensated for by a resurgence in aliveness
that can emerge within the family.
The more difficult path of setting boundaries around the various screen
technologies and media-laden devices that are now such a large part of our lives
and an ever-more ubiquitous presence in our homes and in our pockets will of
necessity take different forms at different ages and stages of our children’s lives.
Our understanding and clarity as parents is critical to setting limits. When
children are little, they are not going to understand and they don’t have to
understand the decisions we make. When we are clear that a change needs to be
made, we can respond to their feelings of anger, upset, and frustration simply
and matter-of-factly, with some understanding and kindness, and also convey the
unwavering message that we are setting a limit. Of course, over time things
change, and with it our awareness of what is needed. As our children get older,
the need for family agreements and limits can be discussed, with everyone
contributing to the decisions that are arrived at.
A friend told us that his teenage daughter’s schoolwork was suffering because
of all the time she was spending on social media in the evening. They agreed that
for several weeks, she would have a media-free trial period for a number of
hours in the evening. At the end of that trial period, they had a conversation
about the positives and negatives of limiting her access to social media. His
daughter expressed the feeling that it was actually a big relief for her to have a
clear boundary and wanted it to continue.
One very hopeful sign in terms of the new media comes, ironically, from within
the world of Silicon Valley itself. Many of the hugely successful founders of the
biggest Internet start-ups are presently in their thirties and forties. It is
encouraging and moving to see how many of these entrepreneurs in the digital
world are being drawn to the cultivation of mindfulness. They do this both for
their own life satisfaction and for modulating the stress of success at an early
age, and the never-ending challenges of needing to keep the momentum going
forward with continuous innovation in their businesses. Many of these young
innovators seem to harbor a yearning for meaning and for a more grounded life
experience in and out of work. After all, some are also parents of young children
and face the same challenges the digital world presents to all of us. They seem to
have a growing awareness of our human interconnectedness and of the
importance of working to change the world for the better—not only through new
technologies but also through how those technologies are used.
Balance
We can make our mind so like still water that beings gather about us that
they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with
a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.
W. B. YEATS,
The Celtic Twilight
Every situation we find ourselves in is different. Each moment is new. What
was needed yesterday may not be helpful today. Discovering what our children
need involves being sensitive to them, picking up on their cues, and responding
intuitively and creatively. Our own stillness and patience clears the mirror in
which such reflections can be seen.
As they get older, school-age children experience their autonomy and their
individuality in part through their friendships, their activities, and how they
dress. They experience their power and agency as they discover their own
unique interests and talents. They need privacy and lots of psychic space, but
they still need support and guidance as their world begins to expand. They are
better able to self-regulate at this age, but at times we may still need to help them
restore equilibrium by stepping in and setting limits either for them or with them.
Finding balance during this time often involves working to maintain meaningful
connections with them as they strive for more freedom and separateness.
Some friends told us the following story: Their eleven-year-old daughter was
invited to a birthday party at which the children were going to have cake and ice
cream and then go out to a movie. Our friends learned that the movie they
planned to see had scenes with violence and cruelty that they didn’t want their
daughter to see. A crisis ensued. “But everyone is going, why can’t I?” The
parents felt strongly that they did not want their child to see the movie. In
speaking with some of the other parents, they found one for whom the pickup
time at the end of the movie was difficult. Together, they came up with a plan to
have both their daughters go to the party, skip the movie, and have an overnight
together. This solution satisfied the girls and the parents as well. A happy ending,
but only after some creative and sensitive negotiating.
“All my friends get to watch as much TV as they want!” “Why do we have to
eat so healthy?” “Lauren gets to stay up and text with her friends as long as she
wants, why can’t I?” “All my friends have their own TVs.” It takes a great deal
of inner strength to stand up to what can feel like relentless pressure. It can be
tempting to give in, especially when we’re feeling tired or overwhelmed. But
giving our children mixed messages around issues we feel are important just
encourages them to push more to get what they want, and it does not serve either
them or us.
Possessions are imbued with power in our society. A child who feels lost or
powerless can fixate on material possessions, thinking that they will make him
feel better or improve his status with his peers. The development of a child’s
inner life, his sense of himself and his own unique being, requires something
more complex than the latest cool sneakers. Helping our children find enlivening
activities, whether martial arts, dance, sports, playing a musical instrument,
theater, backpacking, drawing, fixing or building things, journal writing, singing
or rapping, or whatever it is that speaks to who they are can provide satisfying
alternatives to the quick fixes of our consumer-oriented culture.
In doing this we are challenged to find the right balance between on the one
hand overscheduling our children’s lives, giving them too many choices and too
many activities, and on the other hand, ignoring our children’s needs and not
putting in the time and energy to find outlets for their creativity and their unique
gifts. Overscheduling can be a form of neglect, if setting them up with nonstop
activities takes the place of spending time with them ourselves, or contributes to
severe imbalance or stress in their lives in other ways.
Some children find their own balance easily, naturally seeking activities that
interest them as well as knowing how to take time alone to be quiet and
introspective. Other children need a push, sometimes a strong one, to get them to
do things, to try new things, or to be active at all. Some need help in slowing
down, in redirecting their energy into more quiet activities. Assisting children in
creating some balance in their lives can take sustained effort, encouragement,
and action on our part.
My youngest daughter, at the age of eleven, comes back from an art class with a
sketch of a model’s face. It looks like a person in her thirties and conveys a sense
of her uniqueness as an individual, using colors that I would never have thought
to use to give form to her face—yellow, blue, and olive green. She has always
been very matter-of-fact about her drawing ability, but I can see that she is proud
of this particular sketch, and she actually tells me that she feels proud of herself.
Later on I see her looking at it as she walks by. She has gone from the
nonthinking mode of pure looking and sketching to seeing the result with more
distance. At one point she is troubled that the eyes look so different from each
other, and she asks me what I think of them. I tell her that that is what makes the
face so real, so interesting. People rarely have perfectly symmetrical faces. She
seems satisfied. All the storms and disruptions, the struggles and difficulties of
the past few days and weeks are swept aside. There is a natural feeling of
balance and well-being in her and between us in this moment.
As our children go through adolescence, it can feel like the threads of our
connection with them are stretched, stressed, and sometimes frayed compared to
when they were younger. Maintaining those threads, seeing that they endure,
doing what we can to strengthen them, can be a monumental undertaking. At
times, those connections can be strengthened when we are able to accord our
children more freedom to discover their own unique selves in spite of our
anxieties, reservations, doubts, dislikes, and even our grieving for a perhaps
more idyllic time now seemingly gone.
At the same time, we often need to balance their increasing freedom by
setting appropriate limits that take into account the realities of the moment. The
questions of how much freedom, and what is harmful and what is harmless are
ones parents continually wrestle with as we try to strike the right balance
between freedom and limits.
When we sense that a teenager is suffering from a lack of balance, we might
first want to encourage him to examine for himself what is working and what is
not working in his life, and try to come up with his own creative solutions. If it
seems that he needs our support in this process, we might help him identify
possible strategies for making minor or major changes. These may take the form
of modifying his school program, finding healthy outlets for his energy and
creativity outside of school, and finding meaningful ways to connect with the
broader community so that he can feel a greater sense of belonging and purpose.
To do this in ways that do not diminish our teenager’s confidence in his own
strength and inner resources takes some skill and sensitivity. It is important that
we be aware of our own impulses to take control or be intrusive, dominating, all-
knowing, or disempowering.
In some circumstances, there may be nothing that can be done by either our
child or us. Then we as parents have to take the long view while being
sympathetic to his or her feelings, whatever they are. Being patient in such
moments, anchored in the realization there are some things we as parents cannot
change for our child’s sake, and other things we shouldn’t try to change no
matter how much we may want to, can be a source of strength for us and
ultimately for our child as well. Our understanding that our children can learn
and grow from coming up against the inevitable limits that life itself presents
may be what is most helpful. Our holding this view conveys the message that we
have confidence in their ability to adapt to, endure, and ultimately accept
adversity. We will visit this topic in more detail in the chapter on limits and
openings.
During these years, we may find it harder to maintain our own emotional
equilibrium and clarity at times. When our children are teenagers, we obviously
have a lot less control and often a lot more to worry about. Communication can
frequently go awry despite our best efforts and intentions. We can wind up
feeling confused, scared, and despairing. The challenge of parenting teenagers
sometimes requires us to stand inside such feelings, difficult as they are, and
accept them without judging ourselves for having them or trying to do anything
about them other than recognize them. Holding our afflictive emotions in
awareness and with acceptance is a way to restore a degree of balance and
perspective within ourselves. Such a shift can support us in dark moments and
sometimes gives rise to unexpected openings or insights.
It’s late at night when I pick up my older daughter from school. Almost fifteen,
she’s had a full day of classes, rowed hard for crew, and has just been to Boston
with her English class to see a play they have just read. She wakes up early and
is usually tired and grumpy by ten o’clock. Tonight, though, she’s full of energy
and in good spirits. Dark days of emptiness and boredom seem far away. She’s
fully engaged now—blisters on her hands from rowing, appreciating the quality
of the acting she just saw, planning her strategy for getting done what is due the
next day, asking my opinion about her course selection for next year. As we talk
about what she wants to do next year, I cherish this feeling of balance in her
life… this moment in spring, almost midnight, this quiet give and take.
At times, parents feel the need to try to counteract and attenuate as best we can
the negative influences of the broader culture on the family. In doing so, we
sometimes have to make decisions that are in conflict with what our children
want and what their peers are allowed to do. School-age children can benefit
from consistent but reasonable limits on their exposure to the potentially
deadening, destructive, and addictive aspects of the culture—from malls to
movies to the Internet. Our position may make them angry, but there can also be
a sense of security at the same time in knowing that your parents care enough
about you to stick to what they feel is important, even if you temporarily “hate”
them for it.
Arriving at such decisions and working to help our children identify
alternative activities and outlets for their energies in such moments takes time
and energy on our part. It can be hard work to come up with solutions that we
can live with and that are not totally depriving or punitive. We are always
operating within the force field of peer conformity, which often exerts an
extremely strong pull on our children. Working with it wherever possible rather
than against it, we can understand and respect their need to fit in and be accepted
and be “like everybody else,” while at the same time encouraging them to find
their own ways to both belong and express their individuality. As they struggle
to define themselves, we can provide a reassuring framework that they can bump
up against. Finding the right balance requires us to provide healthy limits while
not being so rigid and restrictive that we create forbidden fruit and, in the
process, push our children away.
Realities
Boys*
The elemental exuberance of boys, their endless fascination and wonder at the
world, and the thousands of ways their energy expresses itself in exploration, in
play, in times of quiet and stillness, and in moments of anger or despondency
offer endless challenges and opportunities for fathers to reconnect with these
same elemental energies in ourselves as we nurture our sons emotionally as well
as in other ways, and hopefully provide them with examples of embodied male
presence as they grow to manhood. We would do well as fathers to remain open
to getting to know our sons for who they are, unique beings who may or may not
share our temperamental qualities, abilities, and interests. Most important is to
be a presence in their lives and to see and accept them for who they actually are,
and find imaginative ways to meet them where they are over the expanse of
childhood, adolescence, and beyond. This is not easy to do. It requires ongoing
caring, commitment, and discernment, as well as a willingness at times to step
outside our own comfort zones as they grow and change and come to inhabit
their lives more fully. It also requires our physical presence and, even more
importantly, our emotional availability and our own willingness to learn and
grow.
As a father, a special joy came from the times I spent with my son at different
ages, encountering the world together and watching him express the unique
qualities of his emerging being day by day. His natural exuberance made
everything an adventure. Sharing the world through his eyes opened mine time
and again.
When he was fascinated by dinosaurs, we would go to the science museum
and stare at the huge tyrannosaurus, so ferocious looking, first at eye level from
the second floor, then from the bottom, looking up. Then we would explore the
rest of the museum. When I went running, I would sometimes take him along
with me when he was little, holding the handle of his small plastic motorcycle as
he rode alongside around the big pond where everybody went to run or walk
their dogs. Later, on occasion, we ran together. I loved to read to him in the
evenings, or on camping trips we took, and to tell him stories that involved him,
which I made up as I went along.
We wrestled a lot, rolling around on the living room floor grappling like lions
until we were exhausted. We did that for years, until he became a wrestler in
high school and the risk of an injury to me got significantly higher.
When he was very young, I trained regularly in Korean Zen sword fighting
(Shim Gum Do—the “Mind Sword Path”) and would bring him to the dojo on
occasion so he could watch us practice. He loved it, and so did I. I stopped
training formally when he was around three, but for years afterward, every once
in a while he and I would engage in stylized fighting forms with wooden swords,
bowing to each other in appreciation before and after each bout. He had a short
sword that he could wield easily. It was exhilarating to block each other’s strikes
with our swords, to see that we could protect ourselves from scary blows coming
from different directions, and remain calm and stable, grounded in the
movement, the rhythm, and the sound of the sticks clashing. He started training
in various martial arts when he was seven. He never stopped.
On rare occasions, we clashed in anger, not with swords, but when our strong
wills pushed or pulled in different directions. Gradually I learned to recognize
and soften my fiery temper and make more room for him, lessons I learned with
great difficulty as I struggled to grow beyond the vestiges of my own childhood.
It was important to me to be as present as possible when I was with him.
It was made easier by the fact that we loved so many of the same things. Still,
it required conscious effort at times, especially when I had a lot on my mind, an
occupational hazard of parenting, with the never-ending pull of all the other
things in our lives that can so easily subvert presence. The children always
notice. Being distracted too much of the time conveys a sense that everything
else is always more important.
Depending on their temperaments and interests, different boys will of course
have different needs as they are growing up. But one thing they all need a good
dose of is psychic space to grow on their own, to find things out away from their
parents. As a boy growing up on the streets of New York City, I learned
incomparable lessons I could never have learned from my parents by spending
countless hours in the streets playing ball, or just hanging out, which we
developed into a fine art, watching the underbelly of city life. I was lucky that
my family’s life was stable and that I could go home for dinner every night, get
off the street, and learn other things from my parents and brothers.
In addition to all their various activities and pursuits, solitary and with their
friends, boys have an abiding need for their fathers, their grandfathers, and other
men to be present, to put them first, to care about them, to mentor them, show
interest and share time with them, to tell them stories and listen to theirs. This is
true whether they live with their fathers or not.
Boys can benefit greatly from male guidance in exploring their interests and
skills and their power and its limits, and from being encouraged and shown how
to use it in positive ways, both for themselves and for the good of others. We can
support them in their efforts to explore and come to know their own strength
without exaggerating or flaunting it. In a similar way, as fathers we can
encourage their play, their creativity, and their sense of belonging, a sense of
responsibility and of being needed.
Discoveries of this kind can come about by fathers and sons doing things
together, or by spending time together in nondoing, which sometimes looks like
fishing, or playing catch, or hanging out in a field looking at the clouds, or going
for a walk, or riding the subway, or going to the ballpark or a museum.
Is it possible for us as fathers to commit ourselves, inadequate as we may
sometimes feel in the face of such a challenge—hampered as we might be by our
jobs, our professional obligations, our various treadmills, distractions, ambitions,
and outright addictions—to spend such time with our sons? That nondoing—
what in The Wind in the Willows is referred to as “messing around in boats,” but
is far more than that—can be a support to our sons in finding meaningful
expressions for their agency and interests, and in helping them develop their
strengths and a sense of mastery. Equally important, can we nurture an emotional
landscape in which feeling things deeply is not only acceptable but also seen as
essential to being fully human? Such an orientation is not fundamentally
different from what girls need from their fathers as well. The energies may
sometimes look different depending on their temperament, but the need for
presence and for being seen and met with kindness and recognition are the same.
Our culture can be quite polarizing around the question of what it means to be a
man nowadays. Norms are changing rapidly and becoming more inclusive and
diverse in this era. Yet huge stereotypes still abound in the media equating fun
and being cool with being macho, drinking, risk taking, and womanizing—just
watch the beer commercials on TV or the truck ads, or follow in the press the
trials of certain high school and college athletes, and of military personnel, and
the horrific demeaning and violent behaviors that are often so graphically
described. “Boys being boys” no longer has the infallibility it once had to excuse
and exonerate harmful behavior, but there are many lessons still to be learned
about honoring the sovereignty of others in terms of gender and sexual
orientation in so many domains of society. Fathers can help their sons become
aware of and interpret the various subtle and not-so-subtle messages and images
the culture puts out, many of them demeaning to women and girls—and actually
of men as well, when you stop and think about it. Perhaps then our sons will be
less likely to get caught up in such stereotypic images and thinking, and the
often hurtful behaviors that follow from them. Part of their education as males in
this society is to come to understand in the deepest of ways that women and girls
are human beings and not objects to be used. This is an enormous and endemic
societal issue that is hugely important for us to be cognizant of as fathers and
mothers of both boys and girls, and address head-on with awareness when it
emerges in their experiences in school, within their social networks, and in their
interactions with the broader society. It may require us as fathers to take a look at
and acknowledge, challenging as it may be, how we ourselves may harbor and
manifest deeply engrained and often unconscious habits in this regard.
Many of the dominant social images of men and women in the United States
are products of what Robert Bly rightfully called, decades ago, the “sibling
society,” a world in which the father, and increasingly the mother as well, are
absent physically or emotionally or both, and where the prevalent role models
for both boys and girls are by default provided by the media, by the
entertainment industry, and by peers. This phenomenon is increasingly being
driven by the Internet and social networking. In today’s world, it is hard for boys
to find real-life mentors, and some kind of ceremonial initiation into adulthood
and into the collective recognition, knowledge, and wisdom of those who came
before. It is a world in which the past is often rejected without even being
known. Deep, mutual alienation between the generations can lead teenage boys
to attempt to raise and socialize themselves, and in the process, become
increasingly at risk and vulnerable. Many aspects of the dominant culture are
exploitative and predatory, even as some societal efforts are being made to
promote and protect the rights of both children and women.
We might ask ourselves what a boy today will need in order to live wisely in a
world that is changing so rapidly that we, the parents, cannot possibly know the
challenges he will face in ten or twenty years, or even five. Absent a culture that
honors, values, and prioritizes the needs of all its children and takes some
societal responsibility for their development and their entry into the world of
adults, parents are going to have to do yeoman’s and yeowoman’s work to serve
as guides for their children. We know from extensive research that emotional
intelligence and emotional balance, an ability to be in relationship with others
under a wide range of circumstances, is certainly one capacity that will be
needed for a happy and productive life in the future. Mindfulness is another life
skill that will prove essential. As fathers, we can value the cultivation of inner
strengths of our own for the sake of our boys, qualities such as lovingkindness,
compassion, constancy, emotional reliability, flexibility, clear seeing, even
wisdom. All these come out of moment-by-moment awareness of relationality,
both inner and outer. We can value and draw upon our sovereignty, our truest
nature, and the best of our own lineage or lineages, whether Native American, or
African, Asian, European, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, “none of
the above,” or “other.” The alternative is a kind of rootlessness, that of not
knowing who we are, and perhaps not caring, of having no “people,” no
community to which we belong and within which we are known and accepted as
we are and to which we feel responsible and connected.
This is not to suggest some romantic ideal of fatherhood. Rather, we are
talking about a process that we can and need to commit ourselves to because of
our love and our caring, and out of our desire to be our best selves for our sons.
Part of this process includes our own ongoing growth. Can we pay attention
enough to our moment-to-moment experience, both inwardly and outwardly, to
learn how to be more comfortable in our own skins, to be comfortable with not
knowing at times, to work with our fear when it arises and our impulses to
become emotionally closed off or numb? Can we practice bringing a degree of
awareness to how we actually feel at moments throughout the day? Can we
practice being more empathic, accepting, and playful? Can we be mindful of
how totally consumed we may be by our work, and then work at finding a better
balance? In essence, these approaches are simply creative applications of
mindfulness in our lives and in our parenting.
The presence of a strong, empathic man in the role of father, grandfather, or
mentor is always important for young boys, but it is increasingly important as
boys move into adolescence. Adolescents desperately need to be seen, listened
to, and heard, met and accepted, and encouraged to take responsibility for their
own actions. For many boys, it is one of the biggest and most confusing,
uncertain, and awkward transitions they will ever make in their lives. The
transition from boy to man requires a vision, a new way of seeing, and a new
way of being. Adolescent boys can be encouraged to recognize and appreciate
mystery and the unknown, including other people and customs. They can be
encouraged to learn the dangers of being swept up in a tribal mentality that
makes absolute distinctions between us and them, and then, out of fear and
prejudice, plunges into war and violence to vanquish “the other,” not realizing
that “them is us.” This is the slow development of maturity, of adolescent boys
learning to take their places, in Zen teacher Norman Fischer’s phrase, to enter
over time with increasing awareness into an ever-evolving and deepening secure
relationship with themselves as well as with others.
When they [his boys, Kai and Gen] were four and five we would go over
to Bald Mountain on foot and we could look back and see our place.
When they were seven and eight, we went up to Grouse Ridge on foot and
we could look down from Grouse Ridge and see Bald Mountain from
which you can see our place. A few years later we went on up to the High
Sierra and got up on 8,000 foot English Mountain from which you can see
Grouse Ridge. And then we went on over to Castle Peak which is the
highest peak in that range which is 10,000 feet high and climbed that and
you can see English Mountain from there. Then we went on north and we
climbed Sierra Buttes and Mount Lassen—Mount Lassen is the farthest
we’ve been out now. So from Mount Lassen, you can see Castle Peak, you
can see English Peak, you can see Grouse Ridge, you can see Bald
Mountain and you can see our place. That is the way the world should be
learned. It’s an intense geography that is never far removed from your
body.
GARY SNYDER
Pond Hockey
When the temperature rises for a day or two and then freezes again without a
snowstorm, the winter ponds in New England beckon for a good game of ice
hockey. When times like these occurred on the weekend or over vacation, my
son and I (jkz) would put on layers of warm clothing, grab our sticks and pucks
and skates, and head down to the pond below the hill. There we would don our
skates, struggling with the long laces with freezing fingers until they were pulled
tight enough, waddle over the remaining feet of snow, and touch new freedom at
the ice edge.
We would skate around for a while, inspecting the ice all over the pond,
adjusting to the feeling of being on skates once again. Then we would carefully
select a spot and set up a goal with a pair of boots set a few feet apart.
We played one on one… one of us defending the goal while the other came at
it with the puck. The defender had broad latitude to come out of the goal and try
to take the puck away from his opponent, so there was lots of fast skating all
over the pond, clashing of sticks, racing to get to the puck first. There were fakes
and lots of shooting, chases, and bumps as we maneuvered around each other
with exhilarating swiftness and laughter. And of course, there was lots of
scoring, and the sheer joy of sensing the puck sail past the defender and through
the boots, sometimes on highly improbable trajectories that made us laugh.
As we played, we generated heat. No matter how cold the day, how biting the
wind, after a time the hats would come off, and the gloves, then the coats and
sweaters. Sometimes we would be down to just shirts on top. As long as we kept
skating, we stayed warm.
We played for hours. There was never a time that wasn’t the best time. Every
time was just now, beyond thought, caught up in the joy of sharing what always
felt like a particularly male energy in going up against each other time and time
again, coming in with the puck, chasing one another, blocking shots, protecting
the goal.
Sometimes we played at night, in the orange gloom of one tall floodlight put
up by the town, hardly able to see the puck in the shadows. But most of the time,
we played in the afternoon, on and on, as the winter sun moved toward its early
exit. At times, we had to stop and catch our breath. Lying on our coats spread
open on the snow at the edge of the pond and watching the clouds against the
deep blue of the sky, or the strands of pinks and golds beginning to show
themselves in the west, our breath visible in the air above us, we would revel in
silence and perfection.
I would like to say we did this every weekend for years and years, but we
didn’t, and those days now seem long past. And I would like to say that my girls
and I had similar feelings when we played pond hockey, and we did on rare
occasions. The girls were drawn to other things. They loved to skate, and they
skated better than we did, but they lacked interest in the game of stick, puck,
goal, and pursuit.
Most of the time, the pond was covered with snow or rough ice and was
unskatable. Some winters, it wasn’t frozen enough when we wanted it to be. And
we had other things calling us as well, and other chances to be together. But
none was ever better than playing hockey on the winter pond.
Wilderness Camping
On occasion, when our children were young, we tried to take time with them
individually, one parent alone with one child, rather than always doing things
together as an entire family. Children need a dose of full attention from a parent
from time to time, and to do special things without having to compete with
siblings or the other parent. Such outings can be precious adventures, whether
they last a few hours or a few days, whether in the wilderness or in the city,
whether we are alone together or at some event with lots of other people. They
afford new opportunities for closeness and seeing each other in a new light.
One of the things I (jkz) most enjoyed doing with my children was to take them
camping in the wilderness, one on one. In a day or two, we would have
experiences that gave new shape to our relationship, and memories that could
last a lifetime. There is nothing like being in the wilderness for a few days to
remind us of what is important and to get down to the essentials of living.
I took one of my daughters when she was nine years old to the Wild River in
the White Mountains. We parked at the head of a trail and walked along the river
for about five miles. She was missing her mom from the start. The stultifying
heat didn’t make our going any easier. At a certain point, in response to her
unhappiness, I suggested we get into our bathing suits and soak in the river to
cool down. She loved being in the cool river in the heat, but she still cried a good
deal as we walked on. I carried her pack as well as mine. She alternated between
wanting to be home, wanting to get where we were going, and not knowing what
she wanted… just feeling miserable.
At one magical point, we ran into a train of llamas going the other way. That
added an exotic touch to our adventure, if only briefly.
It was the usual story. We had to keep going so that we would get to the place
I had planned to make camp before the sun went down behind the mountains. Of
course, she didn’t understand that, and she didn’t see why one place wasn’t as
good as another. But I had a special place in mind, a large, flat place perfect for
pitching the tent and close to a small waterfall, which I knew would delight her.
Missing home and unhappy, she walked along, while I tried to maintain my
composure, struggling with feeling inadequate, worrying that maybe this was
going to be a disaster, feeling like a failure for not being able to allay her fears or
“make” her happy.
Finally, we got to the place I had in mind, a place I had passed through with
her brother several years before on one of our adventures, which had taken us
over South Baldface and down into this valley. The shadows were already long.
As soon as we arrived, her mood changed. She enjoyed pitching camp, setting up
the tent, stowing our sleeping gear, getting a fire going, and cooking dinner. The
little waterfall was our companion, singing to us as we worked and cooked and
ate while sitting on logs by the fire. The sky was full of stars as you never see
them in or near the city, their shimmering light filtering down on our heads
through the dark openings in the treetops surrounding our cozy clearing.
We got into our sleeping bags early and fell asleep to the singing of the river.
She fell asleep first. I lay on my back looking out at the sky, breathing with my
whole body, so happy to be with my daughter, listening to her breathing, feeling
the joy of adventuring together.
We awoke to a crisp blue morning light, the mountaintops just turning
golden. We got warm, had breakfast, and sat around the fire, making plans for
the day. My idea was to hike to the top of the ridge. But that was not her idea at
all. She wanted to stay put. She had no interest in going to the top of anything,
view or no view. She didn’t want to walk, hike, or climb, especially with a pack.
She had her home now. So stay put we did, as I stowed away my own strong
expectations and desires, realizing that under the circumstances, it was important
that the choice be hers.
So we explored along the river, and when it got warmer and the sunlight
descended into the valley, we explored in the river. Noontime found us sitting on
a high rock with the river streaming around us on all sides, boiling and roaring.
There, I read Ronia, the Robber’s Daughter to her, Astrid Lindgren’s wonderful
story of a strong girl in olden days living in the forest with her young friend,
Birk, as they try to sort out the craziness of their feuding families’ lives. It was
good to be in the woods together, alone, far from civilization. We were happy
with very little. Sun, water, forest, each other, the timelessness of the moment.
Softball Breaks through the Gloom
The morning is gloomy with low clouds, a mid-April chill, communications with
distant family, and the need to catch up on work. But rather than isolate myself
in my study, I come in and out of the kitchen, making sure that I am around and
not giving in to the impulse to pick up the Sunday paper.
Trying to get my daughter out of the house to do something with me is not
easy, but I try again today, in the late afternoon. At this age, she usually rejects
anything I propose we do together. But her softball coach had called a few days
earlier and told her she should play catch to prepare for the team’s first practice.
After dinner, she agrees to play catch with me. We go outside. The setting sun is
shining now beneath the clouds, which had kept the day gray and gloomy,
matching my mood. Now low evening light from the west floods the sideyard,
setting everything aglow.
We start throwing the ball back and forth. At first we can’t find a left-handed
glove for her, so she throws rightie, claiming to be ambidextrous. And she is.
She can throw accurately with her right arm and catch beautifully with her left
hand. We play with intensity, the ball rocketing back and forth. I direct my
throws first to one side of her, then to the other so she will have to backhand a
fair number of balls. Then we expand to include pop-ups and low line drives,
mixing up everything.
She catches about ninety percent of everything I throw, this after a year of not
playing at all. We are in sync. I can feel her enjoyment of this, and her
recognition of her own grace and mastery. She is good, a natural. But I know she
should have the one left-handed glove we have somewhere. We take a break and
I look for it in the one place I haven’t looked yet, and find it.
Now her catching is shakier for a time, as she adjusts to the new glove and
the opposite positioning. But her throwing, competent with her right arm, is
three times more powerful and accurate with her left. Back and forth, back and
forth, high, low, catching backhand, catching on the open side. I haven’t done
this in ages. I am fast revisiting ancient rhythms from my own childhood. The
pattern hasn’t entirely disappeared in forty years. It amazes me that the glove
knows where the ball is so much of the time.
She is warming to this. Her cheeks turn red. She is fine in the chill air without
a coat. She is also warming to me. I feel it. Finally, finally, we are doing
something together out of doors, something we can both enjoy and talk easily
around.
I have waited months for such a moment. I have invited her to bike ride
together. “No.” To Rollerblade. “No.” To go for a walk. “No!” To drive
someplace nice and sit by a pond. “No way.” Yet right now, it is happening, and I
feel that the effects of my having been absent are being washed away. Right now
we are together, doing something that is rare for us and that we can come back to
all spring if she likes. Now that we are on daylight savings time, we can play
after I come home from work.
We are also rediscovering that it is still possible for us to have fun together. I
feel her strength as the ball goes back and forth, and see her experiencing her
own strength in the most natural of ways. I am enjoying this playing catch
immensely and feel the same from her. We dwell so much apart and in such
different worlds that we can become estranged from each other. But here is at
least one way, at least in this moment, where we are being shown that we are still
deeply connected and can enjoy doing something together. As we throw the ball
back and forth and listen to the thud in the gloves and the sharp crack when it
goes over my head and hits the wooden fence behind me, it feels as if we’ve
been doing this forever. Time falls away.
I am careful not to find ways to stop or interrupt these moments for anything.
I know they will not last. The light is fading. She is expecting a phone call from
her friend about when she and her mom will be coming by to pick her up for a
sleepover. The phone call comes. She needs to get ready. But we have met once
again, she and I, and that counts for a lot with both of us.
Afterward, we sit around waiting for the doorbell to ring. We are alone in the
house. Out of the blue, she offers (this never happens, I can hardly believe that it
is now) to tell me how she made the larger-than-life sketch of herself in her art
class. She explains that the exercise was to do the whole thing without lifting the
pencil from the paper, looking in the mirror, and only rarely at the drawing. I
could have asked her a hundred probing questions and never gotten her to talk
about something like this. She doesn’t answer probing questions. But she
sometimes responds to presence. I see that it is my job to know this and to be
accessible, even when it seems like there are light-years between us.
Girls
When our girls were little, I (mkz) took great pleasure in the wide variety of
qualities that surfaced in them at different times. They showed enthusiasm and
delight in the simplest of activities: picking strawberries and carefully tasting
each ripe berry before putting it into their baskets; dressing up in old clothes of
mine and remnants of cloth, and transforming themselves into queens and
princesses; pretending to be baby dolphins as they swam around me in the bay.
When they saw deeply into things and shared a sudden insight with me, or
showed kindness or compassion in some way, I would delight in those wondrous
and warmhearted aspects of their being. There were also times when they were
fierce, angry, and completely unmovable. Even as I felt thwarted by their
indomitable wills, I would find myself cherishing their strength, their power,
their one-pointedness.
In those years, both home and school were, for the most part, havens from the
broader culture. Their world was simple, with few pressures, expectations, or
external distractions. As they got older, of course, things changed. Slowly I
became more and more aware of the numerous messages they were getting from
the prevailing culture, messages that were ubiquitous and limiting and that put
all sorts of expectations and pressures on them just because they were girls.
To keep my mouth shut. To turn away my face. To walk back down the
aisle. To slap the bishop back when he slapped me during Confirmation.
To hold the word no in my mouth like a gold coin, something valued,
something possible. To teach the no to our daughters. To value their no
more than their compliant yes. To celebrate no. To grasp the word no in
your fist and refuse to give it up. To support the boy who says no to
violence, the girl who will not be violated, the woman who says no, no, I
will not. To love the no, to cherish the no, which is so often our first word.
No—the means to transformation.
LOUISE ERDRICH,
The Blue Jay’s Dance
When one of my daughters was eleven, for months she related incidents to me in
which she felt her teacher was being disrespectful to her or her classmates. I was
glad that she felt she could tell me what was happening in school, and I tried to
be supportive of her as best I could. One day she told me the following story.
She was talking and laughing exuberantly with her friends at an evening school
event when her teacher came up to her, called her by name, and said in a chiding
voice, “Be a lady!” She told me that she looked her teacher straight in the eye
and said, “I am being a lady, just a strong one!”
Through the experience of having their feelings validated, slowly, over time,
girls are better able to see and name attitudes and behaviors that are troubling to
them and can more readily be in touch with what they are feeling, trust those
feelings, and express them effectively. In this way, they can begin to learn to
empower themselves and build a repertoire of emotional competencies that will
be critical to their further development. Such strengths will be particularly
important when they are living on their own in a society that can be so
disempowering and exploitative of women.
I was in a small store that sells oriental rugs with my then eleven-year-old
daughter. The storekeeper was from another country, and he related to us with
what seemed like an exaggerated smile on his face. It made me uneasy, but I
quickly proceeded with the business at hand, which was to look at a few rugs.
When we got outside, my daughter told me that she felt really uncomfortable
because whenever I looked away from him, she noticed he was looking at her in
a “weird” way. I made some comment to her about cultural differences. Later I
realized how inadequate my response was and how my focus had been to explain
away and excuse his behavior rather than validate her feelings of discomfort.
That evening, as I was saying good night, I told her that I had been thinking
about what happened in the store and that I didn’t want something like that to
happen again without our having a signal we could use so that she could let me
know when something was making her uncomfortable. I suggested that if it
happened again, she take my hand and give it a squeeze and I would know that
something wasn’t right and we should leave right away. Her eyes lit up and she
smiled as she thought about this.
Hard as it may be, and as inadequate as we may feel at times, our daughters need
our support and encouragement to stay in touch with what is strongest and most
vital in themselves, given that between the ages of nine and fourteen, girls are
often socialized to surrender their voices and their sovereignty. In the following
chapter, we share with you a Norwegian folk tale about a girl who remains true
to her own nature.
Tatterhood—“I Will Go as I Am”
Once upon a time there was a king and queen who had no children, and this
grieved the queen very much. She was always bewailing their lack of a family
and saying how lonesome it was in the palace with no young ones about.
The king remarked that if it were young ones she wanted running about, they
could invite the children of their kinswoman to stay with them. The queen
thought this a good idea, and soon she had two little nieces romping through the
rooms and playing in the palace courtyard.
One day as the queen watched fondly from the window, she saw her two
lassies playing ball with a stranger, a little girl clad in tattered clothes. The queen
hurried down the stairs.
“Little girl,” said the queen sharply, “this is the palace courtyard. You cannot
play in here!”
“We asked her in to play with us,” cried the lassies, and they ran over to the
ragged little girl and took her by the hand.
“You would not chase me away if you knew the powers my mother has,” said
the strange little girl.
“Who is your mother?” asked the queen. “And what powers does she have?”
The child pointed to a woman selling eggs in the marketplace outside the
palace gates. “If she wants to, my mother can tell people how to have children
when all else has failed.”
Now this caught the queen’s interest at once. She said, “Tell your mother I
wish to speak to her in the palace.”
The little girl ran out to the marketplace, and it was not long before a tall,
strong market woman strode into the queen’s sitting room.
“Your daughter says you have powers, and that you could tell me how I may
have children of my own,” said the queen.
“The queen should not listen to a child’s chatter,” answered the woman.
“Sit down,” said the queen, and she ordered fine food and drinks to be
served. Then she told the egg woman she wanted children of her own more than
anything in the world. The woman finished her ale, then said cautiously that
perhaps she did know a spell it would do no harm to try.
“Tonight I want you to put your bed out on the grass. After it is dark have
two pails of water brought to you. In each of them you must wash yourself, and
afterward, pour away the water under the bed. When you awake in the morning
two flowers will have sprung up, one fair and one rare. The fair one you must
eat, but the rare one you must let stand. Mind you, don’t forget that.”
The queen followed this advice, and the next morning under the bed stood
two flowers. One was green and oddly shaped; the other was pink and fragrant.
The pink flower she ate at once. It tasted so sweet that she promptly ate the other
one as well, saying to herself, “I don’t think it can help or hurt either way!”
Not long afterward the queen realized she was with child and some time later
she had the birthing. First was born a girl who had a wooden spoon in her hand
and rode upon a goat. A queer looking little creature she was, and the moment
she came into the world, she bawled out, “Mamma!”
“If I’m your mamma,” said the queen, “God give me grace to mend my
ways!”
“Oh, don’t be sorry,” said the girl, riding about on the goat, “the next one
born will be much fairer looking.” And so it was. The second twin was born fair
and sweet, which pleased the queen very much.
The twin sisters were as different as they could be, but they grew up to be
very fond of each other. Where one was, the other must be. But the elder twin
soon had the nickname “Tatterhood,” for she was strong, raucous, and careless,
and was always racing about on her goat. Her clothes were always torn and mud-
spattered, her hood in tatters. No one could keep her in clean, pretty dresses. She
insisted on wearing old clothes, and the queen finally gave up and let her dress
as she pleased.
One Christmas Eve, when the twin sisters were almost grown, there arose a
terrific noise and clatter in the gallery outside the queen’s rooms. Tatterhood
asked what it was that dashed and crashed about in the passage. The queen told
her it was a pack of trolls who had invaded the palace.
The queen explained that this happened in the palace every seven years.
There was nothing to be done about the evil creatures; the palace must all ignore
the trolls and endure their mischief.
Tatterhood said, “Nonsense! I will go out and drive them away.”
Everyone protested—she must leave the trolls alone; they were too
dangerous. But Tatterhood insisted she was not afraid of the trolls. She could and
would drive them away. She warned the queen that all doors must be kept tight
shut. Then she went out into the gallery to chase them. She laid about with the
wooden spoon, whacking trolls on the head or shoulders, rounding them up to
drive them out. The whole palace shook with the crashes and shrieking, until it
seemed the place would fall apart.
Just then her twin sister, who was worried about Tatterhood, opened a door
and stuck out her head to see how things were going. Pop! Up came a troll,
whipped off her head, and stuck a calf’s head on her shoulders instead. The poor
princess ran back into the room on all fours and began to moo like a calf.
When Tatterhood came back and saw her sister, she was very angry that the
queen’s attendants had not kept better watch. She scolded them all around, and
asked what they thought of their carelessness now that her sister had a calf’s
head.
“I’ll see if I can get her free from the troll’s spell,” said Tatterhood. “But I’ll
need a good ship in full trim and well fitted with stores.”
Now the king realized his daughter Tatterhood was quite extraordinary
despite her wild ways, so he agreed to this but said they must have a captain and
crew. Tatterhood was firm—she would have no captain or crew. She would sail
the ship alone. At last they let her have her way, and Tatterhood sailed off with
her sister.
With a good wind behind them, she sailed right to the land of the trolls and
tied up at the landing place. She told her sister to stay quite still on board the
ship, but she herself rode her goat right up to the trolls’ house. Through an open
window she could see her sister’s head on the wall. In a trice, she leaped the goat
through the window and into the house, snatched the head, and leapt back
outside again. She set off with it, and after her came the trolls. They shrieked and
swarmed about her like angry bees. But the goat snorted and butted with his
horns, and Tatterhood smacked them with her magic wooden spoon until they
gave up and let her escape.
When Tatterhood got safely back to their ship, she took off the calf’s head
and put her sister’s own bonny head back on again. Now her sister was once
more human.
“Let’s sail on and see something of the world,” said Tatterhood. Her sister
was of the same mind, so they sailed along the coast, stopping at this place and
that, until at last they reached a distant kingdom.
Tatterhood tied up the ship at the landing place. When the people of the castle
saw the strange sail, they sent down messengers to find out who sailed the ship
and whence it came. The messengers were startled to find no one on board but
Tatterhood, and she was riding around the deck on her goat.
When they asked if there was anyone else on board, Tatterhood answered
that, yes, she had her sister with her. The messengers asked to see her, but
Tatterhood said no. They then asked, would the sisters come up to the castle for
an audience with the king and his two sons?
“No,” said Tatterhood. “Let them come down to the ship if they wish to see
us.” And she began to gallop about on her goat until the deck thundered.
The elder prince became curious about the strangers and hastened down to
the shore the very next day. When he saw the fair younger twin, he promptly fell
in love with her and wanted to marry her.
“No indeed,” she declared. “I will not leave my sister Tatterhood. I will not
marry until she is married.”
The prince went glumly back to the castle, for in his opinion no one would
want to marry the odd creature who rode a goat and looked like a ragged beggar.
But hospitality must be given to strangers, so the two sisters were invited to a
feast at the castle, and the prince begged his younger brother to escort
Tatterhood.
The younger twin brushed her hair and put on her finest kirtle for the event,
but Tatterhood refused to change.
“You could wear one of my dresses,” said her sister, “instead of that raggedy
cloak and old boots.” Tatterhood just laughed.
“You might take off that tattered hood and the soot streaks from your face,”
said her sister crossly, for she wanted her beloved Tatterhood to look her best.
“No,” said Tatterhood, “I will go as I am.”
All the people of the town turned out to see the strangers riding up to the
castle, and a fine procession it was! At the head rode the prince and Tatterhood’s
sister on fine white horses draped with cloth of gold. Next came the prince’s
brother on a splendid horse with silver trappings. Beside him rode Tatterhood on
her goat.
“You’re not much for conversation,” said Tatterhood. “Haven’t you anything
to say?”
“What is there to talk about?” he retorted. They rode on in silence until
finally he burst out, “Why do you ride on that goat instead of a horse?”
“Since you happened to ask,” said Tatterhood, “I can ride on a horse if I
choose.” At once the goat turned into a fine steed.
Well! The young man’s eyes popped open wide, and he turned to look at her
with great interest.
“Why do you hide your head beneath that ragged hood?” he asked.
“Is it a ragged hood? I can change it if I choose,” she said. And there, on long
dark hair, was a circlet of gold and tiny pearls.
“What an unusual girl you are!” he exclaimed. “But that wooden spoon—
why do you choose to carry that?”
“Is it a spoon?” and in her hand the spoon turned into a gold-tipped wand of
rowan wood.
“I see!” said the prince. He smiled and hummed a little tune as they rode on.
At last Tatterhood said, “Aren’t you going to ask me why I wear these ragged
clothes?”
“No,” said the prince. “It’s clear you wear them because you choose to, and
when you want to change them, you will.” At that, Tatterhood’s ragged cloak
disappeared, and she was clad in a velvet green mantle and kirtle. But the prince
just smiled and said, “The color becomes you very well.”
When the castle loomed up ahead, Tatterhood said to him, “And will you not
ask to see my face beneath the streaks of soot?”
“That, too, shall be as you choose.”
As they rode through the castle gates, Tatterhood touched the rowan wand to
her face, and the soot streaks disappeared. And whether her face now was lovely
or plain we shall never know, because it didn’t matter in the least to the prince or
to Tatterhood.
But this I can tell you: the feast at the castle was a merry one, with the games,
and the singing, and the dancing lasting for many days.
Sovereignty and authenticity are the key to every ounce of Tatterhood’s life
energy and everything—on the surface so strange, even repulsive—that she did
or said. Tatterhood is not afraid to be herself. She was born raucous and unusual
—you might even say “ugly” from a conventional point of view. She is loud,
dirty, fearless, and strong. She knows her own way and goes her own way,
regardless of what others think. There is not a passive bone in her body. She has
sailed her ship as both captain and crew, stolen her sister’s head back, and seen
something of the world to boot. She is a wild woman who is also capable of love
and devotion to her “perfect” sister, a sister who has all the outward,
conventional attributes that society adores in women. Tatterhood is as dark as her
sister is light. Her appearance, perhaps not so pleasing, requires, even demands
acceptance on its own terms, an honoring of the underlying essence of her being,
deeply and always beautiful, although hidden to the unseeing eye.
Out of her love for her, Tatterhood’s sister tries to get her to change her
ragged clothes and wash her dirty face. She wants her to look her best. How
many of us as parents have struggled with wanting to protect our children from
the criticism of others, wanting them to be seen as beautiful, as we see them?
But Tatterhood stands firm: “No, I will go as I am.”
As the prince rides next to Tatterhood, he is silent. When he finally speaks, at
her insistence, he doesn’t make small talk. He speaks honestly and asks a
straightforward question: “Why do you ride on that goat instead of a horse?”
When her goat transforms into a horse, the prince notices. He becomes more
attentive. He proceeds to ask other questions but stops short of asking about her
clothes. We feel his acceptance of her in his silence. She has to ask him, “Aren’t
you going to ask me why I wear these ragged clothes?” He refuses, saying that it
is clear that she has chosen to dress as she is and that when she wants to change
them she will. It is in that very moment—when the young prince acknowledges
her sovereignty, saying, “That, too, shall be as you choose”—that she is
transformed, and in the process, teaches him what is most important about love.
Advocacy, Assertiveness, Accountability
At one point, a friend and I (mkz) had similar experiences of being called in to
discuss incidents that happened in school with our daughters. The themes were
the same: strong-willed girls say how they feel about something and are seen as
“disrespectful.”
One afternoon, I was called into the elementary school principal’s office. The
principal said that my daughter and a group of fifth-grade girls were told by an
aide that they shouldn’t be playing soccer with the boys and that they had to
stop. My daughter told the aide she was being sexist, that the girls had just as
much of a right to play as the boys. The principal imitated my daughter’s angry,
defiant body language by crossing her arms and putting her head to the side, in a
manner that suggested she assumed I would agree that her behavior was not
acceptable. She went on to tell me that my daughter was brought into a meeting
with herself and the recess aides and was told that she was not allowed to behave
in a manner that was disrespectful, that the aides had to ensure the safety of the
children, and that the children had to listen to them. She assured me that she had
asked my daughter for her side of the story and told her she needed to write a
note of apology to each of the aides.
I agreed with her that my daughter did need to learn to say how she felt in a
more respectful manner. But I said that it sounded to me as if my daughter had
felt angry about what she perceived to be an unjust situation and was trying to
communicate her feelings to the aides. It also sounded to me as if her concerns
and point of view were not taken seriously and the implication was that she was
“bad” for expressing them. I also asked the principal if she thought that had a
boy crossed his arms and spoken up for himself in a similar way, it would have
been seen in such a strongly negative light.
Later on, I told my daughter she needed to learn how to stand up for herself
without being disrespectful, that saying someone was being sexist could feel like
name-calling if other people didn’t understand what she was trying to say. Also
that she had to be aware of how she spoke, of her body language and tone of
voice and that not just what she said but also the way she said it was important. I
wanted her to see that her actions affected other people and had consequences,
one of which was to influence their ability to hear what she was saying.
Learning how to say how we feel and how we see things in a respectful
manner is not easy. It takes lots of practice. We have to give children room to do
this, to learn from trying, from making mistakes, and from trying again.
The courage it took for her to speak out was not acknowledged. The implicit
message she was given was that she should be quiet and compliant. If my
daughter kept getting this message when she tried to stand up for herself or for
others, and if she didn’t have parents who accepted her anger and tried to see her
point of view, she might have stopped speaking up and lost some of her self-
confidence, as happens to many girls. At nine, girls are often vital and confident,
but by the age of fourteen, somehow that strength can become hidden, tentative,
unseen, even lost.
For six years in the mid-1990s, in South Jordan, Utah, at the Welby Elementary
School, a fifth-grade teacher named Cherry Hamrick incorporated mindfulness
into her teaching to support her students in not only being themselves but also in
knowing themselves better as they engaged in their lessons. She made time each
day for the children to focus inwardly. She spoke of it, in her own unique way, as
a time to become “intimate with yourself.” Now, many classroom teachers
incorporate mindfulness practices in different ways into their teaching. Cherry
was one of the first, and a true pioneer. What follows may give a glimpse into
her creative genius for bringing mindfulness into the classroom.
Each day, a different child is in charge of ringing a bell to signal the beginning
and the end of this period of quiet time. The rule is, the child decides how long
the class is to sit quietly and attend to their breathing, with an upper limit of ten
minutes. The children choose how long they practice, and in what ways. In
addition to sitting meditation, they sometimes practice a body scan meditation
lying on the classroom floor, as well as mindful stretching, walking meditation in
the schoolyard, and standing meditation in line before they go into the
classroom. Their stress reduction exercises went from seeming “weird” and
“strange” to them in the beginning, to being an important part of their day, and
something that many of them love and enjoy sharing with their parents and
siblings.
In the process of focusing on their breathing and watching their thoughts
come and go, they learn that they don’t have to react to every thought that comes
into their minds, that just because the mind is jumping around and agitated at
times doesn’t mean they have to jump with it. With practice, they become more
comfortable with silence and sitting still. One boy with ADHD (attention
deficit/hyperactivity disorder), after years of problems in the lower grades, was
able over the course of a year to learn to sit still and be relatively comfortable
and focus on the flow of his breathing for up to ten minutes at a time. His ability
to concentrate in the classroom changed dramatically, and for the first time he
was accepted by his peers and teachers. His mother told me (jkz) this one day
when I visited the classroom. This boy led a ten-minute sitting meditation for the
class, including some visiting parents, giving the instructions himself as we sat
in silence.
Learning at a young age to relax into silence and stillness within oneself can
be extremely valuable in balancing out and dealing with the stimulation and
outward orientation of the school day. Among other things, children can discover
how to tap into their innate ability to settle into focused attention and inhabit a
broader awareness—thereby being more present and better able to learn and
participate in the life of the class. One of Ms. Hamrick’s students, an eleven-
year-old girl, wrote to me, saying:
Doing meditation has become more of a habit at home for me, and I will
be doing this for the rest of my life. While I was doing meditation at first,
and an itch came, I would say “feeling, feeling” to myself, but after one
minute, I would find myself scratching it. But now I don’t scratch it
because now I can be with it long enough that it just goes away. In my
meditation, I’ve also noticed that my breathing has become deeper and
I’m more focused on it. In yoga, I’ve noticed that I get more energy than
before, and I think it’s because I’m more mindful on what I’m doing.
Because of meditation and yoga, I don’t rush everything I do like I used
to.
Ms. Hamrick didn’t just bring mindfulness-based stress reduction into the
classroom. She integrated mindfulness in one imaginative way or another into
virtually every aspect of the curriculum, including math, English, science, and
geography. She encouraged her students to use their whole selves in their
learning. They approached whatever subject they were studying so that they
developed not only their cognitive and information-processing skills but also
their intuition, their feelings, and their body awareness. In this way, they were
engaged in learning the basics of what is now called emotional intelligence, as
well as developing greater enthusiasm for learning.
A teacher in the school wrote, describing his experience of sharing an open
classroom with Ms. Hamrick:
The attitude and climate in her classroom was very impressive, especially
as I had not heretofore experienced anything like it before. I became
aware of certain vocabulary she used to describe things… She referred to
what she was trying to attain as a “functional classroom.”
I noticed a peaceful atmosphere in her classroom with the students
cooperating and discussing their work together. Talking was encouraged;
but only work-related talk and “feeling” talk was allowed. There was
genuine interest and concern among the students and the teacher. They
practiced talking about feelings and processing them on a daily basis. I
noticed the students grow in their self-esteem and their regard for human
life as well as all life in general.
The students seemed genuinely happier and more content in the
classroom setting than I had ever observed or experienced myself. They
expressed their love with appropriate touching (hugs), and they knew how
to resolve conflict and problem solve in a loving, caring fashion rather
than in a hostile or abusive fashion.
Ms. Hamrick also taught the students how to focus and how to get in
touch with their own breathing, and how to control their own lives with
that technique. They seemed to be able to work better during the day after
a few moments of meditative preparation in the morning. We taught in an
open classroom situation, and their ability to focus and not be distracted
by all of the noise in that type of environment is a tribute to Ms.
Hamrick’s application of her training and drive.
Ms. Hamrick described in a letter to me (jkz) a trying time when her class
had to move temporarily to a new space while renovations were conducted
during the school year:
The fifth grade teachers have all been commenting on the disruption of
this move and the radical behavior changes in their students. Actually, the
comments about poor behavior can be heard throughout the school. The
first day was chaotic for most teachers. I found our daily [mindfulness]
practice to have paved the way for some simply beautiful days [in the new
environment].…
Our first day of the move was peaceful, with attitudes focusing in on
working together as a classroom.… While the school was going crazy
with teachers and students making efforts to tour their surroundings to
find out where everything was located, the Rainbow Riders simply
wanted to break in their classroom with what they refer to as “their
feeling.” They wanted to sit together in the “feeling” they experience
when they meditate together. They love the saturated serenity they
experience together. They are cute about saying it is something that is
hard to explain. They insist that it isn’t “words,” which is frustrating for
most adults if they want an explanation. The students say it is something
that has to be felt, and “it didn’t come to them for a while and it happens
best when they are together.”
That first day of the move, I just sat back and let them lead the way. I
do that a lot because it gives me the sense of where their understanding
and process is really at. They were not interested in knowing where
everything was located, just the essentials like the restrooms and drinking
fountain. They simply wanted to connect with each other and get involved
with our own classroom. I waited until 11 a.m. and I asked them to let me
know when they wanted a tour of the school. They simply smiled and said
they were all okay. They said, “I could show them the cafeteria at lunch,
but that we weren’t there yet.” The students continued to explain to me
politely that I was “using my forecasting talent” and that for now it would
be better to stay in this minute of time. I said, “Oh, okay,” and wondered
what they must think of me. One boy [the one characterized as having
ADHD] was upset at the explanation and said, “Don’t rescue her thinking.
She will figure it out.”
We are on our second week [in the new space] and they still have only
wanted to see the essentials and the rooms they need at the time. I am
loving the results of our practice. I have continued to ask them to tell me
when they want to go on a tour and they have said that it might be nice to
tour the school upon leaving. They have commented on what they see as
“the other classes are caught up in a lot of things that they really don’t
need and are not focusing in on being and working with themselves or
each other.” P. said, “They do a lot of running around always trying to get
something and it never stops.”
These children, under the guidance of a highly skilled and deeply motivated,
imaginative, and daring teacher, learned to focus inwardly. As a consequence,
they got to know themselves better and experienced working together in ways
that were meaningful to them and deeply authentic.
Cherry Hamrick was ahead of her time. Now, almost twenty years later, teachers
across the country and in other countries are bringing mindfulness practices into
many aspects of the school day. Many different programs and curricula have
been developed and are currently being implemented and researched. They aim
to promote increased self-awareness, attention, concentration, and pro-social
behaviors, including increased empathy and understanding of others. In making
such practices an intimate and seamless part of the classroom experience,
children are given practical opportunities to get to know and explore the terrain
of their own being. This constitutes a promising and potentially revolutionary
shift in primary and secondary education.
The unexamined expectations we have of our children can color how we see
things and influence our parental choices and the actions we take. While some of
those expectations can be useful and positive for a child’s growth and
development and promote self-confidence, agency, and a sense of responsibility,
others may be limiting and confining, causing unnecessary suffering for both our
children and ourselves.
We all have expectations—of ourselves and of others, and we are especially
likely to have them of our children: ideas about how they should behave, how
they should look or dress, how well they should do in school, what kinds of
relationships they should have, what they should be doing at this age or stage of
their development, and so on. As you’ve probably seen in many aspects of your
life, close on the heels of expectations usually come judgments of some kind.
When we bring mindful attention to our thoughts and feelings, we see that
expectations and their associated but often tacit assumptions and judgments are
an ever-present feature of our inner landscape. They are most problematic when
we hold on to them rigidly and forget that they are just thoughts, often freighted
with intense emotion, and not necessarily true. Mindfulness brought to our
expectations can therefore be extremely illuminating and liberating.
If we start off by examining the expectations we have of ourselves, we may
find that we harbor quite a range of them, and that we often judge ourselves
harshly when we don’t “measure up.” Some common expectations we may have
are that we should always do things well, or “correctly,” be successful in our
work, be a wonderful parent and a devoted and conscientious son or daughter,
and be liked and respected by other people.
Judging ourselves harshly when we feel that we haven’t lived up to our own
expectations can elicit a range of emotions, depending of course on the specific
circumstances and our own life history. These can include shame,
disappointment, embarrassment, anger, humiliation, depression, and feelings of
inadequacy. Our children can experience similar feelings when they feel judged.
For this reason, it is important to be more aware of our expectations and how we
express them, the purposes they serve, and the ways that they may affect our
children, both positively and negatively.
Our expectations will be different for different children and at different ages.
They may also be somewhat different for boys and for girls. Some may have to
do with the day-to-day workings of life in the family, such as who is responsible
for doing what, and some are more about how we relate to each other. We can
also carry more loaded and potentially problematic, often unconscious and
unspoken expectations, for example, that a child will always be obedient, or
defiant, or shy, or outgoing. We may mean no harm in doing this, but we may
unwittingly end up putting our children in conceptual boxes that can be both
confining and disregarding. Again, the real problem comes from a lack of
awareness of how easily we can be caught up with our own ideas and opinions
and not actually see our children in their fullness and complexity.
As part of our ongoing cultivation of mindfulness, we can remind ourselves
from time to time to bring awareness to our thoughts and, in doing so, see into
the expectations we hold and the emotions associated with them. It also helps to
ask ourselves specific questions, such as: What in fact are our expectations for
our children? Are they realistic and age-appropriate? Do they contribute to a
child’s growth and agency? Are we expecting too much or too little? Are we
setting up our child to experience unnecessary stress and failure? Do our
expectations and how we express them enhance a child’s sense of self, or do they
constrict, limit, or belittle? Do they contribute to a child’s well-being, to feeling
loved and cared for and accepted? Are they congruent with this particular child?
How do they relate to a child’s unique temperament, learning style, and
interests? There is enormous creativity just in engaging in this kind of inquiry,
both through questioning in this way and in bringing awareness to thoughts as
thoughts, emotions as emotions, and judgments as judgments.
It can be helpful to examine whether our expectations take into account the
many facets of each child’s nature and whether they allow them room to try out
different behaviors. For instance, can we allow our children to express their
angry feelings as long as they don’t harm others? Can we see that expecting a
child to always be compassionate and loving, and then expressing
disappointment when he or she shows anger or self-interest, may be neither
compassionate nor loving?
I (mkz) remember very clearly that my expectations for our first child changed
when we had another baby. I expected him to be more responsible and
independent in ways that I hadn’t before the arrival of his younger sister. The
child that had been our “baby” was suddenly seen in a different light compared
with the new infant, and our expectations for him started multiplying. Perhaps
this common phenomenon comes about in part because it makes our life with a
new baby easier, or it may be a by-product of some kind of biological species
protection, where we fall in love with the new baby and the older sibling loses
his magical aura, because he doesn’t need us in the same way a baby does to
survive.
When I see other parents having similar expectations of their older children, I
wish I could remind them that their two-year-old is still a baby in many ways;
that their four-year-old is just that—a four-year-old; that their six-year-old still
needs to be held at times, to feel their adoration and loving energy; and that
though their eight-year-old can take on more responsibility and may benefit from
doing so, he still needs hugs and time alone with them, to be free to still be a
child.
Our children also have expectations of us. They may expect us to be on time,
or they may expect us to always be late; to be reliable or to be unreliable; to be
available for them, or not to be available; to immediately get angry, or to be
understanding. Their expectations of us are based on their experience of how we
have acted in the past. They can reveal to us our own behavior, to which we may
be blind. This gives us a chance to change in ways that may be healthier for
them, and for us as well.
When we suddenly become grumpy or short-tempered and speak in a sharp
manner, it can be confusing or upsetting to a child. If we can acknowledge in
that moment that we are tired and having a hard time, we give him a framework
for understanding our behavior. When we act in an unexpected way and we are
able to name it for what it is, we are making an unpredictable and confusing
universe more ordered and understandable. Then children are not as likely to
blame themselves or to feel tense and anxious when a parent’s mood changes
abruptly. It also teaches them something useful about people in general, and they
may eventually come to see aspects of their own behavior more clearly as they
get older.
If a child accidentally breaks something, she may expect her parents to get
angry about it and be surprised when they aren’t. It may be that in the past, her
parents got angry in similar situations. However, on this occasion, the parents
respond with greater understanding and acceptance, because they are making an
effort to be more aware of their own behavior and its effects on their child, trying
to keep in mind what is most important. In doing so, they are embodying greater
kindness and understanding, breaking out of the realm of limited expectations
that they had for their daughter, and, in the process, changing the expectations
she has of them.
Our expectations of our children will vary to some degree depending on the
pressures we are under and the depth of the resources we feel we have to draw
upon in that moment. When we ourselves are stressed and feeling overwhelmed,
we might find ourselves wanting affection and sympathy from our children.
While it is very human to have those kinds of feelings and needs, we need to
remind ourselves that it is not our children’s job to take care of us in this way.
That doesn’t mean that they will not be compassionate or understanding at times.
Sometimes children respond with tremendous kindness and sympathy, but often
they just want what they want and they aren’t interested in our problems, nor
should they be. Nor are young children interested in long explanations with lots
of words. But it does help them to know that our behavior is connected to how
we are feeling, just as their behavior is connected to how they are feeling.
When children are little, there are some basic expectations and rules that we
establish, such as “You’re not allowed to cross the street without an adult”; “No
matter how angry you are, you’re not allowed to hit people”; “You need to speak
in a respectful way.” We also might expect them to have good manners at meals,
when greeting people, and so forth. Each of us has to decide what is important to
us and what best serves our children and the family as a whole. Being clear
about what we feel is unacceptable behavior and what our expectations are is
another way of nurturing our children. Small children particularly feel safe and
secure, and a sense of relief when our expectations are consistent and clear and
supported through our setting limits when they are needed.
As children get older, they start to assume more responsibility for the things
they need to do and the ways in which they behave. It helps them when we hold
them accountable for their actions and let them experience the natural
consequences of what they have done.
At times, we may find our expectations are in direct conflict with those of our
children. When one of our children didn’t want us to attend an event at her
school, we were surprised and disappointed. We wanted so much to go, and our
child wanted to experience it by herself. She wanted it to be her experience.
When our son was going off to college for the first time, I (mkz) wanted and
expected to drive him there. As his mother, I wanted to see his new home and be
a part of this important transition. He wanted something different. He wanted his
friend, with whom he had traveled across the country that past summer, to drive
him. He wanted to arrive at college as an independent person, not as a son being
taken to school by his parents. After he told us this, for some moments I was torn
between strong feelings of disappointment and my effort to see it from his point
of view. Ultimately, understanding why it was so important for him to go in his
own way helped me let go of my long-held expectation and be able to say with
sincerity and acceptance, “I understand why you want to go with your friend,
and I’m fine with it.”
In such situations, children are hoping that their parents will see things from
their point of view. They want our understanding and acceptance. Sometimes
parents are operating only out of the framework of their own needs and desires,
not their children’s. It is helpful if we can hold both in awareness, see what is
best for our children within the context of what is possible for us, and when
necessary, let go of our own strong attachments to how we expect things to be.
We give our children a great if unseen gift when we wrestle with our own
expectations and are able to consciously let go of those that don’t serve our
children well or aren’t helpful to their growth and well-being. This is an
important part of the practice of mindful parenting. When we are able to do this,
the atmosphere in the family becomes lighter, there is a greater feeling of
spaciousness and balance, and more room for everybody to grow.
Surrender
Just when I’ve (mkz) been through several particularly high-pressure, jam-
packed weeks, my seven-year-old daughter gets sick. Her face is flushed; her
head hurts. I’m straining to be free, and suddenly I’m on an even shorter leash.
I’m angry and frustrated, feeling pushed to the limit. I don’t want this to be
happening. I want to withdraw, crawl into bed myself and shut the door, but I can
see she’s feeling awful. She wants me. She needs me. My heart goes out to her.
She’s not doing this to torture me. She can’t help it—she’s sick. I feel myself
take a deep breath. I feel myself beginning to surrender to what is needed and
put aside my expectations and lists of things I had planned to do.
The fever intensifies her experience of everything. Her eyes are bothered by
the light, so the curtains are pulled, leaving her room dark and peaceful.
Occasionally she sleeps. When she’s awake, she doesn’t want to be alone. I sit
with her. I get her a cold cloth for her forehead. I bring her tea and toast. I read to
her. And as I do these things, there is a comfort in being able to do what I can to
help her feel better. The moments of reading to her, or just sitting with her,
holding her hand, have a quiet richness. She’ll look at me with pleasure as I read
to her, or she’ll say, “I’m happy we’re together.” Her eyes are especially bright,
her face almost translucent. I think about how different her day would be if she
were in school, and I’m struck by how this “sick” time can be so nourishing. I’ve
often noticed my children emerge from illness with a different look to them, as if
they’ve somehow grown, changed in this crucible of intense heat we call fever,
and in their retreat into quiet and being cared for.
Of course, there are moments when she is irritable, angry, and demanding.
Those moments are my laboratory. They put me to the test. Will I take it
personally and get mad at her, or will I remember how it feels to be sick and be
sympathetic and receptive? Can I let her show frustration and misery without
judging or criticizing her? Can I let go of my expectations for what I wanted the
day to be and surrender to the necessity and the beauty of what has emerged?
Limits and Openings
Studies suggest that when parents are either very permissive and provide few if
any boundaries or limits, or are authoritarian, rigid, and domineering, the
children invariably suffer and are less likely to develop their own healthy
agency. When we treat our children with respect within a clear framework of
appropriate limits and boundaries, they tend to grow up more confident and
secure in themselves. Within the context of a caring, connected, and engaged
relationship, experiencing limits can be the source of significant openings for our
children rather than arbitrary barriers we throw in their paths.
It is not always clear what limits and structure might be most beneficial for a
particular child in a particular moment. In general, the limit setting in our family
was around things that we saw as having a potentially negative impact on our
children’s well-being, such as TV, junk food, movies, video games, as well as
around behaviors that affected the well-being of others, such as disrespect,
hitting, and name-calling. When we set limits, we tried to do so in ways that felt
right to us and fair to our children.
But of course, parental decisions and limits often don’t feel fair to our
children. Recognizing this, we can be a grounded and firm yet empathic
presence as they grapple with strong feelings of frustration and anger in the
course of coming up against a limit that we have established. Certainly, as we
noted earlier, life itself often presents obstacles to children getting what they
want and many occasions for experiencing disappointment and loss. Child
development experts Gordon Neufeld and Gabor Maté refer to such experiences
as hitting “the wall of futility.” They posit that this process of coming up against
an immovable object or situation is essential for a child to learn that there are
limits to his or her ability to change particular situations and to experience the
consequent feelings of sadness and loss on the way to adapting to the actuality of
how things are. Coming to terms with things as they are is the essence of
healing. But to get to feelings of sadness and ultimately acceptance, as pointed
out by Susan Stiffelman in her book Parenting Without Power Struggles, our
children first have to go through a natural progression akin to Elisabeth Kübler-
Ross’s stages of grief, from disbelief that they can’t get their way (denial), to
anger, to attempting to bargain or negotiate, to finally experiencing their sadness.
When we engage in bargaining with them, we derail this important process. If
they can express their anger and then also come to feel their sadness, there is
then the possibility of their coming to some acceptance. Over time, our child
learns to come to terms with and adapt to not always being able to get what he or
she wants.
An essential element of encountering the wall of futility is that our child
experience us as a reliable and sympathetic presence. Having a healthy and
trusting connection with a parent allows a child to feel safe enough to be
vulnerable and feel the depth of his or her sorrow. If we understand how
important it is for our children to learn to come to terms with unmovable limits
and loss, whether imposed by us or as a natural part of life, it helps us to not get
stuck in bargaining with them and unwittingly undermine their ability and need
to experience their feelings of sadness, and finally come to accept what they
cannot change.
Everything we have talked about in terms of mindful parenting is oriented
toward developing our children’s agency, self-awareness, and resilience in the
face of obstacles. Of course, it is important that our children develop confidence
in their ability to change what does need changing in the world around them,
without being deterred by apparent limits and obstacles. But understanding the
importance and value to our children of coming up against the wall of futility, it
is easier to stand firm in our resolve when it comes to setting healthy and
necessary limits in the family.
Seeing which limits serve our children and which ones don’t requires
discernment on our part. With some issues, if we are too rigid, we may
inadvertently encourage our children’s preoccupation with whatever they are not
getting. As our children get older, the stakes get higher. If we are too rigid, they
may stop trusting us, or lie to us, or withdraw completely. On the other hand, if
we are too loose with them, letting them do and have whatever they want before
they are capable of self-regulating, we soon start to see the negative effects on
them. These can take the form of exhaustion, tension, irritability, fearfulness,
anxiety, aggression, poor judgment, out-of-control behaviors, and an overall
imbalance.
When our children were little, we tried to give them freedom to explore, to
pursue the things they were interested in, to try on different behaviors. When
they did things that were harmful or potentially dangerous, we tried to keep our
responses limited to those specific behaviors. We tried to let them know, in a
matter-of-fact way, that what they were doing was not okay. At the same time,
they could feel from us that they were okay, that our love and our acceptance of
them was a constant.
At times, our limit setting came out of anger, the feeling of “That’s the last
straw!” But more often, it came out of what we were seeing and sensing and out
of simple common sense: concern for how much sleep they were getting, or for
what they were eating, or for their safety. Another way to look at establishing
limits of one kind or another is to see it in terms of creating a framework or
container, whether it’s expectations we have around bedtime or mealtime, or
basic manners or chores that need to be shared. Over time, gradually they
learned how to take care of themselves and, eventually, how to make their own
healthy choices.
With older children, we may have to step in and impose some kind of limit on
their activities in the face of strong peer and societal pressures. This requires
considerable perseverance, skill, and some degree of wisdom. Parenting
teenagers can be emotionally exhausting. Our effort, engagement, and patience
are as necessary during those years as when we were getting up in the night with
them when they were babies.
There may be times with our school-age children when we find ourselves
wanting to say something like, “I won’t tolerate this!” in certain situations in
which our expectations and their behaviors are wildly divergent. Our
protestations can come out with a strong self-righteous tone, which only
compounds the problems. At the same time, underneath that, we may be feeling
completely helpless to influence the situation. For after we pronounce that we
won’t tolerate the particular behavior, then what? All of the relatively simple
strategies that may have worked when our children were little, like distraction
and redirection, or physically removing them from the problematic situation, are
not appropriate or possible with older children.
Whatever we decide to do or say, it always helps when we are able to be
grounded and in touch with our own energetic state and emotions by bringing
our awareness to any tension in the body and to our breathing, intentionally
slowing it down and allowing it to deepen. In doing this, we can calm our own
nervous system, which inevitably has an effect on our child. When we are
present and in touch with ourselves, our children can locate us. Our presence not
only supports but embodies relationality in such a moment. Effective
communication cannot happen without it. We might, for example, bring
awareness to our tone of voice. We might try putting aside the stern, often loud,
hard-edged voice that seems to come so naturally to us in such moments, saying
the same thing more quietly and matter-of-factly. In these difficult moments, it
can be a useful practice to reconnect with what is deepest and best in ourselves,
and remind ourselves of what is most important.
Ultimately, our children’s response to any limits on their behavior depends in
part on how connected they feel to us or to the family as a whole, and the degree
to which they sense the limits are coming from our concern and caring—even if
they are furious about them at the time.
Like many parents who have a child in middle school, there was a time when we
were suffering the negative effects of one of our daughters spending all her free
time on the telephone. What had started harmlessly enough developed into a
situation, where from the second she came home from school to the moment she
went to bed, she was either on the phone or anticipating a phone call. Anything
she did could be interrupted at any moment, including her homework.
Eventually, despite her assurances that her homework was not being neglected,
she just didn’t have the quiet space to really concentrate on the difficult work she
had, and her schoolwork suffered. This unlimited use of the phone also had a
negative effect on her relationship to her family, so much so that she began to
relate to us as if we were strangers and in an angry and distant manner.
We realized that just telling her that her phone time would be limited would
have been autocratic and would have created more distance between us. We
decided instead to call a family meeting in which everybody got to speak
without interruption and say how they were feeling about the phone issue.
Hearing each other, we were all better able to understand each other’s point of
view. We each said what we could or couldn’t live with, and we eventually came
up with a phone schedule that was a compromise with which we were all
satisfied.
After a few days of having uninterrupted time at dinner and an hour
afterward to do her homework, she admitted that she “kind of liked” the new
phone schedule. We could see she felt a certain sense of relief at having a quiet,
uninterrupted time for herself. It was something she wouldn’t have initiated.
That had to come from us.
After another week or two, she inevitably started to try to bend and change
the compromise we had come up with. She told us she wanted to start on the
phone a half hour earlier and we said she could if she ended a half hour earlier.
Not being willing to do this, she went back to our original agreement. Being
aware of the positive effect of the new phone limits on both our daughter and the
family as a whole made it much easier to stand our ground.
Whether the issue is phone time, texting, social networking, or something
else, there will always be special situations and times when we need to be
flexible, and it is important to be aware of them. In some ways, this makes
parenting harder, because our children know the possibility exists for negotiation
around some issues, and they are likely to look for a window of opportunity to
bend the rules. They can be masters at arguing their case, veritable trial lawyers
at times, and it is hard not to take this in as an admirable trait, even as it
threatens to thwart our authority. But in general, and especially with young
children, learning that no means no and that there is no room for negotiation or
our changing our mind creates clear expectations and a dependable and secure
family environment.
Some children need more limits than others around particular issues. Bedtime
for an early riser will be different for the child who is naturally a night owl. A
child who is a good reader will have more resources to rely on at night than a
child who finds reading difficult. Children who are able to self-regulate more
easily and are less impulsive will naturally need less limit setting from their
parents.
Even as we notice changes or shifts in our own tolerances and limit setting
with different children at different ages or in different circumstances, part of
mindful parenting is to continually reexamine whether what we are doing and
thinking is in our child’s best interest and to ask ourselves if there might be a
better way that we are not seeing.
As our children become teenagers, the road we travel as parents twists and
turns, the visibility decreases, and things are not always what they seem. They
need their privacy, but that privacy means we don’t always know what’s going
on, what they are really doing, what they are really involved in. Their focus can
easily shift to “What can I get away with?” rather than “What is in my best
interest?” Problematic signs in older children can be much easier to ignore and
deny than the cries of a baby. We may find ourselves tempted to say yes to things
we want to say no to, both to avoid a fight and because we may fear that saying
no will just push them further away.
Teenagers can benefit from our communicating what we are seeing and
sensing and what our concerns are—what we perceive as possible dangers to
their well-being. On the occasions when we feel we have to say no to things they
want from us, if we are not mindful, that no may carry many other tacit
messages such as “We don’t trust you,” “You’re bad,” or “You have no
judgment.” We need to be aware of these feelings in ourselves if they are
present, and of the automatic reactions they trigger, so we don’t create
unnecessary distance and alienation in moments that are already difficult
enough.
If we say to a teenage daughter, “No, you can’t be alone with this boy in his
house,” her response may be, “Don’t you trust me?” We might, with some
thoughtfulness, respond by saying, “We don’t trust the situation. It’s too easy to
feel pressured into doing things that are potentially dangerous or that you may
feel badly about afterward.” This response has at least the potential to be seen
not as an arbitrary exercise of power but as a respectful and non-naïve
assessment of a situation that does not impugn the integrity of our child. She
may not see our point of view and may reject it completely and be resentful and
angry. Nevertheless, in that moment, the parent is pointing to something real and
understands that this one interaction, however it turns out, is bound to be one of
many such encounters. Choosing, with some degree of wisdom, what situations
we place ourselves in is one of those life lessons that takes time and experience
to learn.
A friend of ours got a call from her daughter saying, “Mom, I’m in New York
City.” This was after many discussions with her daughter as to why she did not
want her, at sixteen years of age, to go to New York from Boston on her own to
visit a school that she was interested in. Her daughter told her that she wasn’t
able to reach the person she thought she would stay with and called another
young woman she had met recently at a local gathering, and was now staying
with her. How might this mother react to such a fait accompli? How can she
work with what she is given?
She wisely took a moment and assessed the situation. She realized that her
daughter was trying to take care of herself and had been thoughtful enough to
call her so that she wouldn’t worry. Her daughter was already in New York. No
amount of anger about it would change that. She told her daughter, “I’m not
angry right now, but I reserve the right to get mad later.” In this way, she left her
options open for dealing with her emotional upset at a better time. She proceeded
to ask her daughter questions about her safety and if she had the things she
needed to complete her trip and return home. She realized that her daughter was
trying to do something that was very important to her. Although she disagreed
with what she did, at the same time she was able to appreciate her daughter’s
courage and resourcefulness. By remaining clear about her own feelings, but
also thinking deeply about her daughter’s needs, this mother was able to be
understanding and not let their conflicting positions come between them.
The inevitable challenge of parenting is that the older our children are, the
scarier things can become for us as they move out into the world and encounter
potentially dangerous situations over which we have little or none of the control
we had when they were little. One important but very difficult aspect of our
inner work as parents during this period is to be mindful of our own fears and
anxieties. This at least gives us a chance not to get so caught up in them that they
completely cloud our vision and sensibilities and make it impossible to see what
is going on with our children, or to communicate effectively with them.
This is a time when we can build on the work we have done in the past to
create trust and, most importantly, a shared feeling of connectedness within the
family. With this as a foundation, it becomes possible, if not always easy, to talk
with our children about such things as the costs and risks of alcohol, drugs, and
unprotected sex (emotionally as well as physically).
Having more and more freedom and faced with all sorts of choices, some of
which are destructive and dangerous, and sometimes with strong pressure from
peers, it becomes essential that older children develop their own capacity for
self-awareness and self-protection. This includes the ability to be in touch with
what they are feeling in difficult and potentially harmful situations that may
elicit highly conflicted feelings, and to learn to ask themselves what it is they
really need. With some self-awareness, they are more likely to make healthier
choices and be better able to set their own limits and boundaries. Developing
mindfulness in this domain is a process that unfolds over time. Increasingly,
schools are offering mindfulness training as part of the curriculum from
kindergarten through high school to develop, among other capacities, just this
kind of self-awareness and emotional intelligence.
Many activities naturally build self-awareness, along with self-discipline and
self-confidence. Among these are martial arts, sports, yoga, dance, theater,
painting, rock climbing, wilderness camping, journal writing. They provide
concrete occasions for children to experience limits, real and imagined, and the
satisfaction of openings and breakthroughs. An inner experience of self-efficacy
and mastery in one area will inevitably spill over into other areas of their lives.
Ultimately, our children reach an age when they have to rely on their own
awareness and good sense and past experience as they go out on their own and
encounter the challenge of continuing to grow as their lives unfold.
Minding Our Own Business
WU-MEN,
THIRTEENTH-CENTURY
CHINESE ZEN MASTER
FAMILY DIALOGUE
It is easy for parents to fall into thinking that we need to know everything that is
going on with our children, including in their inner lives. It’s only natural that we
feel this way, since we are so close to them when they are little. We are with
them as they discover and learn about themselves and the world, and experience
joy and sorrow. But as they get older, it becomes essential that we leave them
psychic room for privacy and for sharing with us what they choose to, when they
choose to. This itself is an act of lovingkindness. Then, when they do need or
want to share something with us, perhaps they will feel that they can trust us and
that we might understand their concerns.
This requires presence and availability on our part and a healthy resolve to
mind our own business. It is a delicate balance, requiring a high degree of
sensitivity and discernment, and patience.
Of course, since every child is different and every parent is different, and no
two circumstances are the same, we need to be aware of the current situation in
the family and in our own minds. In order to mind our own business, we will
have to know what our true business is as a parent—and what it isn’t.
It’s not just a matter of knowing either. Patience and presence without prying,
probing, or being overbearing can contribute to our having a more positive
relationship than if the children feel that we are always minding their business,
wanting to know more than they care to share, and broadcasting hurt feelings
when we feel left out or cut off.
We might find it enlightening to think back to when we were adolescents. At
some point, were there not things that we needed to keep to ourselves, things that
were just not our parents’ business, and never would be or could be, because
they were emerging experiences in our own private inner world?
Our child may tell us at some point that he is in love or is going to get
married. We may know something of the outer and have a sense of the inner, but
we can never fully know the inner and rightfully so, because it is not ours to
know. Our job is to take care of our own inner business, the business of our own
mind, our own body, our own relationships, and our own life, according the
same freedom and respect to our children as they make the transition from total
dependency as small children to independent and interdependent adults.
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 and our willingness to have our older children
figure things out for themselves and keep their own council. Presence and
openness, love and interest, and a willingness to respond rather than react create
a more spacious environment of respect and trust between parent and child. This
is part of the business that it is ours to mind.
It’s Always Your Move
After watching a movie with both girls, my older one goes off to sleep, but the
younger one needs something else before bedtime. She gets into her pajamas and
asks for a story, then changes her mind and asks whether we might play chess on
her bed. One game, we agree, and then lights off and to sleep.
We will have to be very careful not to upset the pieces on this rollout board
on top of the mattress. But first, she asks me, princesslike, if I will get her a
tangerine, “and also, Daddy, a hot water bottle” to warm up her bed on this cold
November night. I am happy to get them for her, once I can find the stopper for
the hot water bottle. Then I go and get the chess set.
We have been playing chess again for a few weeks now. Sometimes she asks
me, sometimes I ask her. For the longest time, I couldn’t get her to play, but
Myla thought to get a bigger board and a set of bigger pieces than the ones we
started with, and also one of those dual chess clocks that you hit each time you
make a move. The clock definitely adds an extra something to the game. It’s as if
you sign off on each move, affirming that it is really what you mean. She loves
playing with the clock, and so do I, although we never do look at the time
elapsed. It’s that definitive banging of it after each move that appeals.
We settle into our nocturnal game. She has black. She always chooses black.
I checkmate her early. We are both surprised. I myself didn’t realize it was
checkmate at first. She had castled and I brought my queen right down to her
king, with my bishop backing it up, and somehow, none of her pieces could take
me or interfere. It happened so fast, we decide to play “just one more.”
I try to set up a similar opening in this game. She soon sees what I am doing.
I can tell, because she moves just the right pawn to just the right place to make
my attempt futile. With the tiniest bit of help at a few crucial places, she
checkmates me just one move away from my checkmating her. It is so much fun,
we decide to play just one more.
I am tired by this point, and there is a major current of reluctance in me to
play any more—that is, until we start playing. Then that falls away in the energy
of the moment.
This time, we wind up with an elaborate endgame in the center of the board
involving both queens in adjacent positions with both kings backing them up,
with some rooks and bishops right in close and our kings fleeing through
openings here and there as we pursue each other, checking and then losing the
checking advantage back and forth. It is wonderful, and like nothing either of us
has seen before. She is playing lying down by this time, her head on the water
bottle at board level.
We sometimes make amused or suspicious eye contact while playing, silently
catching what the other is attempting, or experiencing the sheer joy of engaging
over this funny world of elegant archetypes in plastic on sixty-four squares. She
never wants me to point out anything, but sometimes I like to let her take back a
move if it means losing something important, like her queen, or missing a great
opportunity that I know she isn’t seeing. And she lets me do that… and then
won’t want to hear another word.
She wants to figure things out herself, and in each game, I see her seeing
more and making better moves. She learns so fast from her experience, much
faster than I am learning. She catches me in mindless mistakes and is sometimes
gracious, sometimes less inclined toward forgiving. She is learning to see my
moves and where they might be going, and how she might interfere with them,
as well as forming her own strategies for pressuring my position and moving the
game along. There is a spatial wisdom growing here. I can see it in her.
Perception is challenged to expand. Risks need to be seen and weighed. Plans
need to be formulated but also changed over and over again, in response to
changing situations on the board. Strategy and tactics develop of necessity.
Every game is an infinite number of possibilities narrowing themselves
slowly down to one inevitable end, the one that we get. But we can and do
sometimes replay different possible ends. It’s like role-playing alternative
scenarios in a personal dilemma. We see the elements involved and their
combinations and our own power to make choices and direct the flow of things.
We visualize and actually explore different approaches, and see the
consequences that unfold from each. All sorts of psychotherapies make use of
role-playing to sort out emotional dilemmas and the different ways we might
navigate through difficulties. Imagine beginning to learn this while playing a
game, and developing the inner repertoire of seeing alternative openings and
moves that will further the unfolding of our lives in ways that might embody an
element of wisdom.
After this game ends, the flow of things is definitely into sleep. She asks if I
will stay with her. I shut off the light and sit on her bed. She is asleep in
moments. I know it from her breathing, which suddenly deepens and gets
quieter.
Most of the time at this age, if I ask, “Can I put you to bed?” she says “NO!”
So her invitation is very special for me, and I feel that it is special for her as
well, a chance to revisit a move she used to make a lot.
I breathe with her for a few more minutes and then leave quietly, closing her
door.
Sometimes we won’t mind looking for the stopper of the hot water bottle or its
counterpart in our lives when it’s our turn to make a move. At other times,
usually lots of other times, well, we will mind looking for the stopper of the hot
water bottle, we won’t want to get a tangerine, or extend ourselves in any way.
It’s too late, we’re too tired, we just want our child to go to bed, and we won’t
want to play chess, or anything else.
But, in times when we choose, just as an experiment, to give to our children
right in that moment in which we are most inclined not to, and instead of
clamping down or closing up, make ourselves available and willingly engage
with them, we may find that an entire world opens up for them and for us—a
shared world that in retrospect we would not want to have missed, could not
have predicted, and that might be more important to us than anything else we
could have done in spite of our fatigue or how busy and pressed for time we
thought we were.
In making the choice to attend to a child wholeheartedly in such a moment,
we are not acting like her servant (even though it may feel that way sometimes),
but more like a true king or queen, a sovereign, rich with time and generous of
heart.
But let’s face it. Although we are a sovereign in our role as a parent, at some
stages more than others, we also are a servant, just as a wise king or a queen or
any leader is a true servant of the realm. And it is worth being one in that sense.
It is a tricky business. It is not about our giving limitlessly nor about
spending endless time with them. Giving ourselves fully to our children—in
other words being limitlessly present for them in terms of our being, which in its
deepest nature, as we have seen, is limitless—runs so much against the grain of
our society that it is virtually taboo to even talk about. And yet, it is important to
talk about, examine, and experiment with as part of our own mindfulness
practice. It amounts to making new moves on our chessboard, sometimes bold
moves we may never have conceived of before, and learning from what comes
of them, as the world—as it so often does when we take the initiative—opens to
make room for our offerings.
Did you ever stop and think of how things might have turned out differently in
your life had it not been for the remarkable confluence of unfathomable,
minuscule, seemingly random events that so influence our lives and proffer
momentous potential openings, as well as limitations? Had I (jkz) decided to go
to lunch five minutes earlier or later than I did one December day, or had Myla
not run into a friend and fallen into conversation in a particular nearby place, in
all likelihood we would never have met. We wouldn’t have had the children we
did or wound up living the lives we are now living. This points to something
precious and mysterious about living itself that may be worth pondering.
Had things not unfolded the way they had, other things would no doubt have
happened, and we would now be living other, very different lives. It would also
have been a very different me, for the me that I am now is in large measure due
to the texture of our relationship together over more than forty-five years, the
children we have raised, our grandchildren, and our love for each other.
Life may be generic, but love and beauty are specific. The world continually
calls us to celebrate those specifics, in the places where we truly belong and feel
most deeply at home. It calls us to celebrate the children we have, the life that is
ours to live if we can be here for it and awake to its texture and images and
sounds, so that these intimate and always-present aspects of our lives are not
merely confined to memories stored away with the photograph albums. Our
present actualities are true blessings, and their emergence every day in their
unique particulars is nothing short of miraculous.
This observation continually reminds me to hold the virtual “pregnancy” of
each and every moment with great reverence and respect. It reminds me that its
potential is always momentous, even if we cannot know or foresee the next
moment until it arrives, and even if for the most part, so many of our moments
seem at first blush only humdrum and bland, and each day seemingly more or
less like the last. It is easy to miss the ways in which every moment contains the
enormity of the entire universe and can be full of surprises and unthought-of
possibilities. It is easy to forget that we can watch them unfold and that we are
called to participate in their unfolding. Young children are native to this magical
world, in which everything is fresh and new and possible.
Seeing each moment as a potential branch point can be an exceedingly useful
way of looking at our lives as they unfold. If, in our own lives, we desire the
future to be different in any way, as so often we do with great passion, whether it
is to have a better relationship with a child, or make something new happen in
our lives, the only time we ever get to act to make it so is the present. For isn’t
the present actually the future? Isn’t today yesterday’s future? Here it is already.
We have it now, right here.
Seeing the present in this way, we might ask ourselves, How is it? Are we at
home here, in this actuality? In this, or any moment of our lives, do we actually
know, feel, sense where we are and how we got to this place, to this moment?
The only way to know is to keep our eyes open, and that means all our
senses. Even then, knowing may not mean knowing, but rather knowing that we
don’t know, and yet persisting in keeping the question itself alive because it is
interesting and we are curious, and however our lives are right now, they are
unfolding now, in this moment. This truly is it.
We know that each moment unfolds out of the preceding one, which colors it
in some way. The present moment has a momentum all its own. Our actions
always have consequences. If we hope to learn anything, or grow, or express our
feelings, or improve the quality of life in the future, this really is the only time
we ever get to affect the course that the incessant stream of actions and
consequences we think of as our lives follows. If we take responsibility for
attending to the quality and the possibilities of this moment, whether with a child
or by ourselves, the next moment will be affected by that awareness, and
therefore different.
Mindfulness may thus provide openings that may not have been accessible
even the moment before, because the mind is now seeing differently. These
openings may have always been here as potential, but their actualizing
frequently requires our wholehearted participation. So, when it is time to do the
dishes, we do them in that way, with full presence of mind. And that opens up
the next possibility. It is the same with everything.
The challenge is to see if we really can embody, fully, the life that is ours to
live, with the children that are ours to nurture, right here, right now… and now,
and now, and now, each moment, each day, and each night a new beginning, as
we encounter and move through light and through darkness.
PART TEN
Paddling a canoe across the lake in early morning July in northern Maine,
looking for moose while my family sleeps in a lakeside cabin, I (jkz) observe the
whirlpools coming off the paddle in the otherwise still water, one from the
outside edge of the blade, another off the inside. They spin in opposite directions
for a time, slipping behind me as the canoe moves forward. They are just water
in motion, separate for a time, their distinct form due to the swirling of the water.
As I look back to stay in touch with them, I see that they are soon gone. Their
energy of motion passes back into the lake. Others appear with each stroke, each
different, unique. They are mesmerizing. Form appearing for a brief moment out
of emptiness, due to certain conditions that the lake and my paddle obligingly
provide.
To me, these whirlpools are as fascinating as the moose I search for but do
not find this morning, and in some ways not too different. Living things, too,
appear for brief moments in seemingly separate entities we call bodies, dance in
the light of day for a time, and are soon gone. We know life appears in its
distinct forms because of certain conditions. We know it is soon gone from those
distinct forms and will appear anew elsewhere. We know about death. But we
see this particular moose or person as more or less permanent, and its passing
takes us by surprise and fills us with fear, or sorrow, or sometimes even horror.
Yet we know that its passing is as much a part of the way things are as its arrival.
We know that all things are impermanent and fleeting, but we tend to ignore this
aspect of things until it is right in our faces.
Several weeks later, I am reminded of this as I look at the pale, emaciated
body of a friend dying of lymphoma at fifty, surrounded by family and friends, a
shocking almost skeleton with his muscles and tendons exposed in ways we
don’t see except in death, still able to summon up from somewhere, in spite of
his pain and diarrhea and fear-racked, medicated body, the energy to come to a
party, lie on the couch, and play with breathtaking virtuosity on the guitar,
sending currents of beauty off the strings and into our hearts. His wife and
daughter, age eleven, full of life, sit nearby.
I am struck by the poignancy of it all. My children are seeing something they
have never seen before. It is not pretty, but it is awe-inspiring, and it is
transcendent. We, including his longtime doctor friend at whose house this is
taking place, can do little for him other than make him comfortable and honor
the life that is still in him.
We cannot stop the process. We find we can hardly even name it, so strong is
the impulse to deny or turn away. As his thin fingers pick the strings while the
other hand defines the notes, his face contorts with effort. He seems to be
transported in these brief moments, beyond time, even as it feels to me that he is
showing us, sharing with us, perhaps most for his daughter, the power he still has
and the beauty he has known in his life.
I met a woman recently whose son, in his last year of college, was killed
when the car he was driving at night in the desert went off the road and crashed.
Perhaps he had fallen asleep. She will never know. What explanation would
suffice? A life extinguished in its prime, a hole rent in the fabric of this woman’s
life, the life she had given birth to and nourished, with all its connecting threads,
suddenly no more. How to hold this? How to come to an acceptance of the
unacceptable? And yet, this, too, has been part of parenthood since the beginning
of time.
Perhaps the best we can do is feel the fleetingness of life and of our present
moments and live inside them as fully as possible, hugging our children and
delighting in their life, and feel at the same time the certainty of death, of life
arising and passing away. The breath can remind us of this as it arises and passes
away, as can our moments, our friends, the weather, and our thoughts. Can we
find ways to ride these currents mindfully and let life flow through us? Can we
honor those mysteries beyond our knowing, which shape our frail humanity and
give it surprising strength and wisdom?
BOUNDARIES OF LOVE
Beyond and before
the inequities of passion,
the four halves
are secretly braided.
Dispositions of our truth;
possibilities are born and
in time, buried.
Hidden galaxies and
futile losses,
our impatient hearts forbid this.
Places where the unknown
are exquisite and elusive.
This poem was written several weeks before Ryan Robinson died of an
accidental gunshot wound to his head at an unsupervised teenage party at a
friend’s house, where alcohol was involved. The boys had found a handgun,
which they thought was unloaded, in the parents’ bedroom. It happened to have
been a Russian gun. Unlike American models, the safety on this gun allowed the
trigger to be pulled back and click. The boys had removed the clip and had “dry-
fired” the pistol many times into the fireplace. The safety must have accidently
been switched off right before it came to Ryan. None of them had any inkling
there might be a bullet in the chamber. His father, who had attended a
mindfulness retreat I had conducted the summer before, wrote the following to
me:
Ryan had just transferred to a new, much larger high school. On his first
day, he insisted on wearing a T-shirt his friends at his former school had
made for him. On the front it said “Hi, my name is Ryan,” and on the
back, “I’m new here, be nice to me.” I was in the kitchen as he raced out
the door, late again. Frantically he came running back in. “Where’s my
cape? I forgot my cape.” I said, “No, you don’t really want to wear your
cape. Not on the first day. Why don’t you just check it out, get the lay of
the land.” Cautiously, he replied, “Is that what you think I should do, or is
that what you would do?” Well, the answer to that was obvious. He had
the ability to really see what was going on with people, although perhaps
unspoken, and tell the truth about it. Sometimes that ability could feel
confronting. But it was always truthful.
Ryan’s death, shortly after his sixteenth birthday, forever ruptured the
fabric of our cozy little family. The resultant separation divided a life that
I had previously taken for granted from the extraordinary pain of each
subsequent day. The grief I experienced in those first two months was far
greater than any appreciation for being alive that I could relate to. Being
alive simply hurt too much.
A huge part of me died with Ryan that cold October night. During the
past four months, my life has felt like a prison sentence; something to be
endured, no longer enjoyed. For so many weeks after the accident the
thoughts and pictures that raced through my mind were uncontrollable.
They consumed my sleep and my waking hours. I would attempt to
observe them, notice them, breathe with them, but it was hopeless.
Everywhere I turned, I was reminded of him. I was like a thousand wild
stallions stampeding out of control.…
I am thankful for my mindfulness practice. It has become a road map
that guides me over very rough, very painful and yet uncharted terrain. It
is interesting, I used to believe my thoughts were who I was. Now, my
thoughts are what I have, not who I am. My life seems to have become the
context within which all my thoughts occur, within which my emotions
run. Throughout the day the thoughts and emotions arrive as always.
Some, the most wild of the stallions, continue to run unrestrained, out of
control, with me at their mercy. Most of them, however, I am able to
observe, experience and let go of, while returning to my breath. With the
majority, I can now grab the saddle and hoist myself up before being
dragged along behind at the end of a rope, bouncing off of my own rocks
called “victim” and “self-pity.” For this I am very grateful.
During the day I observe a variety of thoughts. “I can’t do this
anymore… My life isn’t worth living; I failed as a parent.” During my
sitting meditation, I observe these and other considerations… All the
while I attempt patiently to return to my breath. I forget, and return. I go
away with my thoughts, and return. I notice my impatience, and return. I
can see now that underneath the thoughts and the emotions, underneath
the sorrow, the emptiness and all of my grief there is something else. It is
the absolute unconditional love that I have for a beautiful young man
whom I simply miss very much.
Perhaps the greatest lesson I have learned from this tragedy is the
arrogance I had maintained in my relationship with time prior to the
accident. I have learned how important it is to tell people when you love
them, because tomorrow is just a concept of our minds.
The River of Buried Grief
I (jkz) have been in a room with seven hundred men of all ages, every one in
tears over his lost relationship with his father. Before they walked into the room
and spent time talking and listening together, most were barely aware that they
carried such grief, and hardly any would have shared it with other men.
I have been in groups of hundreds of health professionals where, during
intensive training in mindfulness, immense personal sadness from childhood
poured out of person after person, men and women. At these retreats, we let such
emotional expressions of grief and the stories that contain them occur and go on
for some time without any reaction or comment other than our full and silent
attention. People have a hard time realizing that making space for deep and
unpleasant emotions is as much a part of mindfulness as following the breath.
A veritable river of grief seems to flow through us. Its subterranean course is
not always in evidence, so we may have no idea it is there. But this river of grief
is never as far from us or as foreign to us as we might think when we see it
coursing through the heart of someone else. Seen or unseen, it can color an entire
life journey, including our character, choice of profession, and how we parent.
I am convinced that this river runs through us all, carrying deep, perhaps
archetypal feelings we rarely come in contact with or even know exist. When we
are out of touch with our own grief, it can feel more than a little awkward and
strange when someone else gets in touch with theirs. It is easy to feel
embarrassed for them, or aloof and a little judgmental, like, “Why are they
making such a big deal about something like that?” “It happened so long ago.”
“Haven’t they dealt with that already in therapy?” “I’m certainly beyond that.”
We are all to some degree defended against the deepest feelings we carry. If
we weren’t, we would no longer be carrying them in quite the same way. The
real work of mindfulness is making room for whatever is happening while it is
happening, with openness, equanimity, empathy, and compassion. It means being
patient with ourselves and with others and not jumping to move on prematurely
to something else because of our discomfort.
In those rare moments when we do connect with our own grief, when it’s our
feelings that surface in this moment, for whatever reason, the situation is all of a
sudden very different. Then the whole world is in pain, our whole universe
colored by a sorrow that we feel extends far beyond the personal.
Perhaps we wouldn’t be carrying quite so much buried grief as adults had we
been parented with greater kindness and thoughtfulness when we were children.
We cannot say with any certainty. It is different for each one of us. Each of us
has our unique constellation of painful past experiences and our reactions to
them, some buried, some unearthed.
It takes years of inner and outer work on oneself to heal from losses of one
kind or another, and from a lack of recognition and honoring and of being cared
for in childhood. Often it takes years to even become aware of our deepest
feelings about our experiences and how we were treated. It is not always that
one’s parents were abusive, or alcoholic, or grossly neglectful. Much of the hurt
for many of us came about while our parents were trying to do the best they
could with what they had and within the framework of their world and
worldview. They were formed by their own experiences, both positive and
negative and by what their parents passed down to them, just as we are. Each
family has its own unique combinations of love, shame, guilt, blame,
withholding, and neediness. These emotions are most harmful when coupled
with unconsciousness.
A woman told me that when her mother died—at a time when she was still a
young girl with a number of younger siblings—her father refused to allow any
further mention of her mother in the household. It was as if, once buried, she
never existed. All the children were forced into this emotional closet. The father
thought it would be better, less traumatic, to just move on and not dwell on the
past. On the contrary, it did enormous harm to the family.
So we see that it is ignorance (in the Buddhist sense of ignoring how things
actually are) that so often lies at the root of our suffering. This kind of ignorance
can lead to parents not knowing their own children. This ignorance can coexist
within a family in which there are many positive accomplishments and a surface
appearance of harmony and love. The one does not preclude the other.
Unconscious grief casts a shadow that extends out and down in our psyche. It
moves in the dark inner recesses of our memory. It has a life of its own
underground, even when the surface seems bright. Indeed, sometimes the
brighter the surface, the longer and darker the emotional shadows.
Robert Bly, in The Little Book on the Human Shadow, describes the dynamics
of our buried emotions using the image of an invisible bag we acquire early in
life. As we grow, in our attempts to be seen and accepted by those we love, we
progressively stuff into this bag all those parts of ourselves that we are made to
feel aren’t lovable. This can go on for an entire lifetime, living something of a lie
to keep up appearances or to fit in.
It may have started out at home with our parents, when we were infants and
young children, and were given messages about what pleased them and what
didn’t, what was “acceptable” in terms of thoughts, feelings, and behaviors, and
what wasn’t. But it continues in school among one’s peers and teachers, and out
in the world. Over time our bag gets longer and longer and heavier and heavier
as we stuff more and more of ourselves into it: our anger, our impulsiveness, our
spontaneity, our softness, our strength, even our intelligence, in our sometimes
desperate efforts to be likable or accepted or well thought of, or to fit a certain
framework we believe we are called upon to reflect—the stoic, the martyr, the
wise one. It is truly dark in the bag, because we are unwilling to let in any light
and see what’s going on in a large part of our own psyche.
If we pretend we don’t have this bag over our shoulder, and we therefore
refuse to open it from time to time for thirty or forty years, except to stuff more
things in, those shadows we have stuffed inside—which are valid and important,
if unaccepted, parts of ourselves—fester and grow toxic from lack of
acknowledgment and expression. They can linger there and influence our life
trajectory in momentous ways we may not know but only see on occasion in
dreams, or when the fabric of our life seems to fray or suddenly disintegrate.
What we don’t want to look at in the inner world is often visible on our face in
the outer world. The inner reflects the outer, and the outer the inner. To come to
harmony requires marrying inner and outer, bringing them together again, in the
light of awareness and acceptance.
Perhaps it is time to educate ourselves to this burden we carry once and for
all and to consciously make ongoing, moment-to-moment efforts to accept all
aspects of our being, to listen to and speak with our shadow and our
subterranean river of buried grief, and hold them, as best we can, with
unconditional acceptance and kindness. This is tantamount to parenting
ourselves on the way to what we might call true adulthood.
If we can “parent” ourselves in this way, maybe—just maybe—we will have
a clearer view of our children and will be able to see and accept them in ways
that will occasion less lopping off of parts of themselves in their heartbreaking
attempts to be accepted by us and by the larger world.
When our children are suffering, we suffer. When our children aren’t hurting,
parenting can be difficult enough. Sometimes it feels as if we are hanging by a
thread.
Kids fighting with each other, temper tantrums, “I’m bored!” teething, fussing,
illness, sleepless nights, long winter days, dark rainy days, days when we are
feeling low, tired, trying to meet different needs, balancing, juggling work and
family and a hundred other things, peacemaking, coming up with yet another
creative idea, or uncreative idea, or even dinner… by the end of the day I (mkz)
am feeling exhausted, exasperated, tremendously limited, and confined. My
world has become too small. I feel an overpowering urge to run outside, to get
some air, some distance, some space.
When the weather doesn’t allow for outdoor activity and we are cooped up
inside for long stretches of time, that’s when I become most acutely aware of my
own limits as a person and all the skills I never acquired and thus can’t teach my
children.
I’m also very aware of the limits of our culture. It seems like all there is to do
is to consume in some fashion. Whether it’s shopping or eating or going to the
movies, so often it all feels empty and lifeless. Where are the centers in our
towns for dancing and music, storytelling, and conversation for all ages?
They say it takes a whole village to raise a child. But where are the villages
in our society? We still see important vestiges of the village of old in extended
family, community centers, support groups, cross-generational friendships, and
communities of faith. Nevertheless, all too often parents find themselves isolated
and alone. This may be especially true for single parents, who may not be able to
share their day-to-day struggles, get a different perspective, or just have someone
to commiserate with—although from another vantage point, it might be said that
sometimes partners can be unsupportive and create more work. Even with
friends or supportive partners, the hardest times usually happen when we are on
our own. Parenting can be lonely work.
We need community to round out our individual resources and necessarily
limited skills, provide a critical mass of ideas, enthusiasm, and life experience in
the form of people with a variety of backgrounds and talents to back us up when
our own repertoire feels exhausted. As parents, we have to provide the bedrock
in the family, but we can’t provide everything ourselves.
As our children enter the teen years, with all their complexity and problems,
having babies and younger children may seem simple by comparison, and we
may find ourselves confused, discouraged, even despairing at times. As we have
seen, it can feel as if we are losing our teenage children as they pull away from
us, influenced more and more by their peers, and are sometimes drawn to
potentially self-destructive behaviors. We also understand that in some way, we
are losing them as they move out into the world. We feel anguished by their
vulnerability and our inability to protect them, and sometimes angry at the ways
they express themselves—or don’t.
The intuitive, elemental, and very physical parenting we did with young
children is no longer appropriate. We may find that our physical exhaustion
gives way to mental and emotional exhaustion, in part because we are
continually adjusting our roles as parents, as our adolescents struggle with their
needs for autonomy, connection, love, and meaning.
They grow and undergo metamorphoses in various astonishing, unexpected,
and sometimes trying ways, and we are called upon to grow and change as well.
As they become independent and need us less, we can find ourselves slipping
into a business-as-usual routine where they are concerned, which can feel
superficial, unsatisfying, and disconnected to us and to them. They need more
time alone, more space from us, and a different kind of sensitivity from us. In
some ways we are irrelevant to them, and we are also not irrelevant to them.
It can be hard to see that they still need us when they are angry and critical
and closed off from us, and even harder through the veil of our own anger and
worry. Refusing to disappear and completely disconnect from them when we feel
marginalized, confused, frustrated, and despairing takes tremendous
intentionality on our part.
Inevitably there are times when adolescents find life is unsatisfying, when
their innermost needs are not being met, when they are unhappy and
questioning: “What’s life about? Where is the meaning? Isn’t there more to life
than this? Where do I fit in?” They may become moody and withdrawn, and feel
more distant from us than we could ever have imagined when they were little.
They may actively push us away with hostile, angry behavior. We see them
hurting, but it’s hard to reach them.
When they are feeling alienated and alone, they need to feel that we are still
with them. We may see them looking at us as if from across a large chasm.
Reaching them can be difficult. The gulf can feel scary, to them and to us. We
may feel powerless in a way that we never felt when they were little. They
inadvertently give us a glimpse of our own fragility, our own doubts and fears,
our own feelings of vulnerability that are often buried deep inside of us and
shielded from daily examining.
When our teenagers are questioning the authenticity of feelings, of people,
and even of themselves, we would do well to locate a place within ourselves that
is authentic, grounded, simple, and real. At such times, we might take a few
moments to focus inwardly, bringing our attention to our breathing, to the body,
and to our feelings. We may not feel very connected or close to our child in such
moments, but we can be a sympathetic presence and reach for any threads they
may be holding out to us, however thin.
We might also extend some threads of our own, however tentative and
delicate, if appropriate. It might involve just listening and acknowledging the
reality of the difficulties they are experiencing, or their pain and uncertainty. Or
it may call for something more dramatic, such as taking them off by themselves
for a day, or a weekend, or a week. This may not be possible or feel possible, but
truly hard times call for truly creative solutions. Choosing something they might
like to do, and making some time to be together in whatever ways we can, can
remind them of the deeper meaning that resides below their busy and sometimes
monotonous everyday routines. And stepping outside of our everyday lives, even
if precipitated by a crisis, can serve the same function for us as well, and can
help us renew our connection with them.
There are times—when our older children are feeling stuck, limited, unhappy
with their lives—in which taking some action may be appropriate and necessary.
This is particularly true when we sense that they are leaning toward doing things
that are dangerous or self-destructive. They need to know that we are concerned
about them, and what our concerns are. They may need us to problem-solve with
them, or even advocate for them, helping them find ways to make their lives
more satisfying, more meaningful.
Teenagers often have their own clear insights into the heart of the matter. But
there are also times when they know something is not right but don’t know what
it is, and at those times they may need us to bring whatever wisdom we have
gleaned from our own life experience to the problem at hand. It takes a long time
for children, for any of us, to understand how the world works (do we ever fully
“understand?”) and how to make things work for them.
Helping them in any way may be especially hard to do if we are seen as part
of the problem. Although we can be open to making changes in our own
behavior, we may or may not be able to help them make changes in their lives.
We may or may not even agree on what is needed or even what the problem is.
But sometimes, just acknowledging the hard time they are having can make the
difference between their feeling isolated and feeling connected, between feeling
judged and feeling cared for. When they feel concern and loving acceptance
from a parent, it can give them a more meaningful context within which to view
their difficulties.
There are times when our children, no matter how old they are, seem to
“regress” to a younger age. A friend’s sixteen-year-old boy had been emotionally
withdrawn from his family and got very sick from an infection about the same
time. His parents could have chosen to see his sudden illness as purely physical,
having nothing to do with his emotional state or the difficulties he and the family
had been experiencing. Instead, they were able to view his illness within a larger
context, and began to examine the stresses, both physical and emotional, in their
son’s life and within the family. They then made use of this time in which he was
sick and convalescing to promote a broader healing. They accepted his need to
regress by being at home—slowing down, turning inward for a time, eating
special healing foods, and reconnecting with his family—and recognized the
restoring and transformative benefits of this to him and to their relationship with
him.
Regression is a word with strong negative connotations. It usually connotes
maladjustment, failure to act one’s age, going backward to a more infantile
stage. But there are times when children, not just young children, need a period
of being cared for, read to, sung to, a time in which to go inward in order to be
able to move outward again. Responding with kindness and acceptance and
without judgment when our children are needing such a time nurtures that part of
them that is struggling to grow. It ultimately helps them to move on, to shed an
old skin. It can be a true gift to them.
Being able to give this kind of time is not always easy, or even possible.
Work and other demands may make it difficult or impossible. But it helps if we
can remember that what our child is presenting on the outside is not all that there
is. Perhaps, with reflection, we can find a way to trust that some kind of inner
transformation may be unfolding and make space for it with kindness, as best we
can. Over time, we may come to some understanding of what our child is
struggling with.
When a child is unhappy and out of balance and perhaps regressing, he or she
can be very hard to live with. But when we take the difficult behavior personally
and wall ourselves off, put on our armor, get stuck in our own fears and hurt
feelings, the walls between us just get thicker and higher. These are the times
when it helps to see with eyes of wholeness. This means viewing what is
happening in the largest possible context, with an intention to examine, to be
fully present, and view it within the seemingly paradoxical framework of both
distance and compassion. When the crisis has passed, if we can let go of any
hurt, resentment, or anger we may be feeling, we have the possibility of moving
into a truly new moment with our children.
At the end of a day that felt like it was filled with unending criticism and
negativity directed at me (mkz), one of my daughters, at the age of ten, snuggled
up to me and told me very sincerely that she loved me. This wonderful capacity
to be fluid, to let go of anger, changes as children get older. They need us to
remind them through our own behavior that it is possible to be aware of ongoing
issues at the same time that we meet each moment with a willingness to start
afresh.
Ultimately, it is not our ideas that will count the most. Rather, it will be the
authenticity of our being and our embodiment of caring that we bring to the gut-
wrenching moments all parents find themselves in and that make us question
everything.
MARY OLIVER,
“WILD GEESE,” Dream Work
Losing It
Parents all lose it sometimes. We lose our temper. We lose our minds. We can
lose our balance, our way, our dignity, our self-respect. When it happens, it is
very painful, no matter what provoked it.
It usually happens when we are exhausted and have been pushed beyond our
limits. Intense feelings of frustration arise and we may not recognize them in
time, or we just don’t know how to shift gears in that moment and may be too
tired to care. Sometimes losing it takes the form of screaming and yelling or
mean-spirited speech. Sometimes we lash out with a smack or slap. As soon as it
happens, we feel terrible—angry with ourselves, sad for our children. All of a
sudden, we’re in the middle of a nightmare. I’ll (mkz) give you an example.
I’m putting one of my daughters to bed. She has always had a hard time
going to sleep, and at eight years old, she is still a night owl and can stay up
forever. I’m at my worst after 10 p.m. I don’t function well. I’m not patient. She
often becomes especially sensitive to all sorts of things at bedtime—she’ll want
something to drink or she won’t want to be left alone, she wants the light on, and
the night-light is not enough.
When it’s time for her to go to bed, I sit with her for a while. When I see, as I
do on this particular night, that it’s going to be one of those long hauls and I’m
too tired to stay up, I say to her, “Sleep in my bed tonight.” So off she goes. But
I say, “You have to wear a shirt in my bed, that’s the rule, because I don’t want to
spend the night keeping you covered so you won’t get cold!” She knows this,
objects anyway, but does put on a shirt. Then she immediately starts fussing
about it and kicking and punching the bed. I get her another shirt, a softer, more
comfortable one. By this time, she is even angrier and swearing at me. She wants
the light on. I want the light off. It is turning into a battle of wills. I am afraid
she’ll wake her sister. I feel trapped. I feel controlled. I feel helpless. Things are
moving in a certain direction and I can’t seem to change it.
Then I hear her sister yelling at us to be quiet. She’s been woken up. I am
even angrier now. I yell at her to be quiet. She continues to make noise and
pound the bed and fuss, and I finally feel so frustrated and angry and helpless
that I slap her on the cheek. She starts crying and then screaming even more
loudly. Her sister yells again for her to be quiet. I feel sick that I’ve smacked her.
She’s shouting that I’m a child abuser and that she’s going to call the police. I’m
paralyzed with shame and remorse. I’m in the middle of a gigantic nightmare.
After about twenty minutes of screaming and crying that I’m sure the whole
neighborhood can hear, she calls for her dad. Her dad’s not home. Finally she
starts sobbing, “Mommy.”
I bring her ice and a washcloth and sit there with her, telling her what I did
was very bad, and telling her I’m really sad I hurt her. Finally, an hour later,
she’s asleep in my bed, snuggled up to me. I lie there wide awake, feeling
terrible.
Each child is so different. For some, the transition into sleep is resisted every
night and the transition to wakefulness in the morning can be just as hard. With
others, it may be as easy as a bedtime story or a quiet song. Sometimes, no
matter what we do, it seems like we’re headed for disaster. That night, putting
my daughter to bed started with reading stories by the fire, followed by
sketching pictures sitting on her bed—a lovely beginning, ending in collective
misery.
I later ask myself, what could I have done differently? At times, the answer to
this question is very clear. In this situation, it wasn’t at all clear. Perhaps if I
hadn’t made an issue of her wearing a shirt we could have avoided this conflict,
or maybe she would have objected to something else. Sometimes these night
storms feel inevitable, as if they just have to play themselves out. But did this
really have to happen the way it did? Is there something that could have made
the transition to sleep less difficult for her? How can I work with my anger and
frustration so that I don’t make things worse? When do I bend? When do I bend
too much? Could I have done something to change the direction we were
moving in? At times we need to look at what’s happening from a larger
perspective. In retrospect, I think the whole framework of our bedtime ritual
needed to be simpler and much more consistent than it was, and starting at a
younger age.
In the midst of the storm, it might have helped if I had stopped for a moment,
brought awareness to my breathing, and realized I didn’t have to solve anything
in that moment. In doing so, I might have avoided reacting with out-of-control
anger, which only worsened the situation.
Showing remorse for my actions and concern for her feelings, rather than
leaving what happened unacknowledged and unexamined, was important for
there to be some healing and some kind of learning. For me, this meant
acknowledging the awfulness of what happened and not trying to minimize it nor
blame her for it. The next day, when things were calmer and the storm had
passed, we were able to talk about what happened and how we felt. Hopefully,
each time an incident like this happens, I learn something that makes it less
likely to happen again.
Losing our temper and being hurtful as a consequence is horrible. The last
thing we want to do is cause harm. When we find ourselves becoming reactive,
we always have the option—if we can remember to pause in the heat of the
moment—to ground ourselves as best we can in the body and in the breath and
bring awareness to whatever we are feeling—whether it be frustration, fear,
anger, or something else—with some kindness and acceptance. Our willingness
to soften and open in this way in such moments contains the possibility that a
wiser way to respond will emerge.
No Guarantees
Parents know all too well that there are many things we cannot control, and that
no matter what we do, there are no guarantees. Part of mindful parenting is
facing our own expectations and our own limitations and working with each
situation as best we can, without trying to force a certain outcome.
From the moment we become pregnant, to the birth of our child, and in the
years that follow, there are a myriad of factors affecting each child’s life
trajectory and development. Some we know about, others we may not. Some are
straightforward, others deeply mysterious. We can do all the “right” things, only
to find out later that they were not so right, and that there were factors we were
not aware of, perhaps that no one was aware of at the time. When it comes down
to it, we can only rely on a combination of intuition, common sense, awareness,
information, and, most importantly, our love. Even with our best efforts to meet
the needs of our children, it is important to recognize that there will be many
things that can have an impact on them that we cannot necessarily control,
prevent, or even be aware of, in spite of our best efforts and intentions.
The most obvious examples are tragic accidents and traumatic experiences
that can leave a child forever changed and the family struggling to adjust their
lives to meet their child’s needs; or the death of a child, leaving a gigantic hole
in the lives of the survivors. Others include being harmed by exposure to various
environmental toxins. New information about such hazards is coming out all the
time. Many chemicals in the environment are known to cause cancer and birth
defects. Some are neurotoxins. Alcohol, smoking, drugs, asbestos, lead, radon,
and pesticides, among others, are known to have a detrimental effect on human
health and exert their strongest effects on children. But many more have not
been studied for their long-term effects on health. As parents, we have to strike
some kind of balance between recognizing and accepting the limits of our
knowledge and of what we can do to protect our children on the one hand and on
the other, being reasonably informed and doing the best we can to protect them.
This whole issue can be anxiety producing and intimidating, because we often
feel powerless and so much is at stake. It can be easier to just ignore the whole
domain of environmental risk.
Sometimes environmental hazards are right in front of our eyes in our own
homes, such as asbestos disintegrating on heating pipes or peeling lead paint.
Sometimes our noses alert us to hazards such as formaldehyde or other volatile
organic compounds, including those venting from newly installed carpeting and
furniture. Some are undetectable by our senses, like lead and various chemicals
in our water. Environmental hazards such as chemical pollution of wells,
pesticides in foods, and poor indoor air quality in schools may require us to
organize in groups to lobby and speak out to preserve or restore environmental
safety for our children.
While it is of paramount importance for our children to feel emotionally safe,
it is also our responsibility as parents to do what we can to make our children’s
physical environment safe as well.
There are many other factors we don’t control as parents, such as the unique
physical and emotional characteristics our children are born with. For instance,
all parents know that each child is born with unique qualities that unfold and
change over time. One of these is their temperament. Rudolf Steiner, the German
philosopher and educator, identified four major categories of temperament: the
choleric (fiery, energetic, often athletic, intense, willful), the melancholic
(inward, solitary, pessimistic, sensitive, loves rainy days and sad stories), the
sanguine (easygoing, forgetful, changeable, sociable, dreamy), and the
phlegmatic (loves to eat and be cozy, inwardly focused, cautious, observant,
deliberate).
We all have a mix of different temperaments, and at different times different
aspects predominate over others. An infant who is very choleric—demanding,
intense—may grow into a child who shows more sanguine qualities at times and
also may have a melancholic streak. A sanguine baby may grow into a teenager
with a strong will and a fiery temper.
The temperamental features that make a child unique can sometimes be very
trying for parents. They can be made even more difficult by our unconscious
expectations or by our own temperaments. Different temperaments in families
can create situations in which tremendous friction, unmet expectations, and
anger come into play. An athletic, high-achieving parent may have trouble
relating to a child who is more phlegmatic and prefers to curl up with a snack
and a book. An articulate, verbally oriented parent may feel at a loss with a
deeply feeling, nonverbal, artistic child. Being aware of such characteristics in
our children and in ourselves can help us be more understanding and accepting,
and to work with situations with greater insight.
We may have had one baby who nursed easily and was very social, setting up
expectations within us, and then have another baby who is a disinterested nurser,
harder to reach and connect with, or one who has colic or allergies. An
easygoing, flexible child may be followed by a child who finds every transition
difficult and is always pushing the limits, whatever they are. A well-organized
student and avid reader may be followed by a child who has trouble organizing
himself and finds reading difficult.
Some children have a harder time than others in all sorts of ways. They may
be born with developmental syndromes such as Asperger’s, autism, or ADHD,
or with schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. Others may suffer from trauma and its
often enduring and painful aftereffects. Some children may be drawn to paths
that are worrisome, perhaps even dangerous or self-destructive. In situations like
these, parents are dealing with extremely difficult, complex, unpredictable,
demanding, and exhausting realities within their family. Being more mindful will
not magically make things better or prevent our children or ourselves from
suffering. But what it gives us is a practice that fosters greater acceptance and
compassion for our children and for ourselves, a source of some comfort and
strength.
Parenting mindfully asks a lot of us. There is deep inner work and deep outer
work to be done. Our awareness has to encompass the whole. We do this for our
children, with the understanding that there are no guarantees.
Lost
In the opening lines of the Divine Comedy, Dante speaks to something deep
within us as human beings: “In the middle of this road we call our life/I found
myself in a dark wood/With no clear path through”—in other words, lost. To
really know where one is, his poem tells us, allegorically at least, one has first to
descend, go underground, into the darkness of hell. Only then can one make the
ascent to heaven.
When we feel that we have lost our way, perhaps during a time of darkness,
or despair, or confusion, we might ask ourselves, “How did I get here?” “Where
am I?” “What is this place I find myself in now?”
As soon as we start attending, we are no longer lost. We are simply where we
are. Where we actually are is always a good place to begin, both physically,
when we’ve lost our bearings, and metaphorically, when it feels as if we no
longer know what we are doing as parents, or in our work, or in our lives in
general.
Perhaps, in some way, we are always lost, to the degree that we are not fully
awake. Perhaps what is most important is our willingness to be where we
actually are and dwell here fully, in darkness or in light, without having to go
somewhere else. Only then may we know where to place our foot when it is time
to move.
The poem “Lost” by David Wagoner, based on the Northwest Native
American tradition, captures this spirit. It is what the elder might say in response
to a young boy or girl who comes and asks, “What do I do when I am lost in the
forest?”
The poet reminds us that our lives depend on our sensitivity to the particulars,
that if what the forest or a tree does, or the look of a child, is lost on us, then we
are surely, in some deep way, lost. The call is to pay attention, to wake up to
where we are, to what is before us and all around us, here, now. Can we learn to
stand still? Can we hear the forest of life and of the world breathing, calling to us
to be still for a moment, to wake up, to feel the interconnectedness of all things,
to realize that no two moments are the same? Can we listen in this way to our
children?
This is the challenge of bringing mindfulness into our parenting, especially at
those moments that seem the darkest, and when we feel the most adrift, without
bearings, lost. Can we stand still right there, right then, which in actuality, is
always right here, right now, and be in touch with and guided by what is most
basic, through our own attention?
It’s Never Too Late
We are all to some degree a product of our times. The choices we make as
parents are influenced by the era in which we parent and its values, and by the
people around us, our own parents, our friends, and, of course, the “experts.” We
tend to take authoritative pronouncements at face value and not see past their
social contexts, whether it is the way our parents raised us or well-meaning
advice from a pediatrician. It’s very hard to nurse a baby in a time when
everyone is bottle-feeding, in an environment lacking support, guidance, and
role models. Or we may have grown up in a family that didn’t hug, where
feelings were not acknowledged, or where love was always tied to conditions
and expectations. We may have carried that way of being into our own parenting,
relying on what was familiar and comfortable, without much thought, or unable
to muster the will or courage to go against the prevailing tide.
At times, we may not have been comfortable with what we were doing as
parents, and our intuition may have voiced discomfort or yearned for something
else, but we may not have felt that we had options, that there was any other way.
Our feelings, our instincts, and our intuitions may have been buried, and now,
later in life, we may be left with regret, sadness, loss, or pain.
We do the best we can and, being human, our view of things is always partial
and inevitably changes. We all have regrets and see things later that we didn’t
see and wish we had done differently.
A mother of grown children sent us the following reflections, which she had
written several years before we met her:
I am but a baby myself when I give birth to my first child. Twenty-three is
wanting to be tripping off in Europe somewhere or going to grad school or
dating more than one guy in the same week. Twenty-three is not wanting
to change diapers, sterilize glass baby bottles and have cotton lap pads
across my thighs. But it is the early 60s, and what’s a nice Jewish girl to
do at 20 but to marry a nice Jewish boy and produce a grandchild…
It is the early 60s and my husband simply drops me off at the hospital
as I go into labor. The doctor says he will call him at home… not to worry
and to grab some sleep. “Good-bye, hon,” he says. The nurse wheels me
off in the wheelchair and looks at my small frame. “What are you here
for?” “To have a baby,” I say. “Where is it?” she asks, looking at my belly.
It is the early 60s and the less gain the better. I am 15 pounds over my
normal weight. It is the early 60s and hiding a protrusion is in… showing,
as in blossoming, is definitely out.
I am wheeled into the labor room. It is the early 60s and consciousness
is out… being unconscious is in, and I am given an injection to create
twilight sleep. In the delivery room I feel nothing, I see nothing. My only
recall is of someone shaking my arm, and I vaguely hear, “You have a
boy.” It is the early 60s, and I never get to see my son until many hours
after the birth. It is the early 60s, and rooming in (mother and child) is not
permitted in hospitals. Fathers can only visit during hours. Breast-feeding
is out… formula is in… having a nurse for four weeks is in… bonding
with the baby is… well, no one really even talks about the bonding
process.
My husband and I may be parents, but we are still kids ourselves.
Neither of us has worked out our deeper issues, and when the nurse leaves
after four weeks, I begin to cry. The impact hits hard. At twenty-three, I
am tied down. I am on a schedule of feeding, changing, bathing, sleeping.
I am ripe for the advice that I hear… “Don’t spoil him… don’t pick him
up… let him cry. That’s what we did with you. Listen to us… we are your
parents and after raising two children, we know what is right. The worst
thing is to give in when he cries… Oh, you can see if he needs to be
changed or fed, but if he doesn’t need that, then let him cry and eventually
he’ll go to sleep.”
I buy their advice… I want to be a good mother and have an unspoiled
child, and so I feed, I diaper, I bathe and when I hear the crying, I let him
cry.
The word spoiled hits hard… It brings back some unpleasant memories
of when I was called spoiled by my parents…
“You should be grateful for what you have… for what we do for you…
other children don’t have it as good as you do… we’ve spoiled you…”
I look at my infant son… No, I won’t give in to his crying.
It’s the early 60s and live in house-keepers are in; joining a country
club is in; playing indoor tennis as part of a league is in. I don’t do any of
the forementioned, but I also don’t meet my son’s primary need for
closeness and contact. I don’t even learn about bonding until almost
twenty-five years later.
At some time during the early 80s, I begin to notice women breast-
feeding their babies in public places and in the quiet confines of their
homes. On the Oprah show I learn that having wants and needs is OK. I
am hearing words like contact and warmth and the bonding process.
Something in me is painfully sad. Something in me is wanting to cry. I
long to return to my infant son and pick him up and kiss his baby tears; I
yearn to cuddle him and coo him to sleep, but having that second chance
is out.
It is the 90s… my son is a grown man and for me, feeling the pain and
the feelings is in.
The grief of lost opportunities, for how we were or weren’t in another time, lies
deep within the human psyche. It can cause us to yearn for some way to heal our
children’s pain and our own and bring us closer. We are forced to acknowledge
that what is past cannot be undone, only known and known deeply, felt and felt
deeply, and thereby, in a glimmer of new possibility and hope, perhaps
transformed by our very recognition and our acceptance. It is only in the present
that new possibilities exist. Acknowledging our anguish and grief and the pain
we may have caused is part of the shaping of those possibilities, of giving birth
to something new in ourselves, which may require the shedding of something
old, however tenaciously it clings to us and we to it.
In our view, it is never too late to try to heal relationships with grown
children who may have been hurt by us through our past ignorance, however
innocent or understandable, or through lack of attention, or busyness, or neglect,
withholding, judgment, or abusiveness. It is never too late to work toward
creating healthy new connections, even if they are distrustful of us, or angry
about past attitudes or actions, omissions or commissions on our part that they
feel were harmful to them.
One way we can begin to heal these wounds is by sharing our regrets and our
awareness of the things we did that were harmful or neglectful, either by letter or
in person with our adult children. Doing this in a letter may be a more sensitive
way to communicate at first, particularly if a child feels we have been intrusive
or thoughtless about boundaries. To be of any real value, reaching out in this
way must be a genuine overture, with the well-being of our child foremost in our
mind, and, as hard as it might be for us, accepting the possibility that irreparable
harm may have been done and that reconciliation may not be possible. We need
to stand in a place beyond looking for sympathy, understanding, reassurance, or
affection, beyond any desire to be absolved of guilt. We can recognize these
feelings when they arise in us, and yet bring our attention back to the question,
“What is in the best interest of my child?” even when he or she is an adult.
This is the core practice to cultivate mindfulness in daily life. Whenever you
care to, no matter what is happening, you can always experiment with dropping
in on yourself in the present moment. Can you be still, even for a moment, and
simply take in what is unfolding inwardly and outwardly?
You might start by becoming aware of the feeling of the breath moving in and
out of your body. Sometimes touching base in this way, even for one inbreath
and one outbreath, can help you be more present. If you like, you can always
extend it to a few breaths or even longer… It is a way to “befriend” the present
moment and hold it gently in awareness.
You can then expand your awareness to include a sense of your body as a
whole, including that it is breathing… noticing any salient sensations… any
tension or tightness…
Experiment with expanding the field of awareness to include any thoughts
that might be arising… recognizing and acknowledging them as thoughts, as
events in the field of awareness, like clouds coming and going in the sky…
Notice as well whatever moods or emotions may be present, and whether
they are pleasant or unpleasant or neutral… putting out the welcome mat for
them, as best you can, without judging them. If you do find yourself judging
them, just notice that, as well…
Where, if at all, do you feel these emotions in your body?…
At this point, simply resting in awareness as best you can, moment by
moment by moment… experiencing life unfolding here and now…
When you see that your mind is carried away by thinking or anything else,
which of course will happen frequently, just notice what is on your mind,
whatever it is, becoming aware of it, and then, gently redirecting your attention
back to your experience of the breath and the body in this moment… resting in
awareness once again…
Choose a time in the day to experiment with bringing your full presence and
attention to whatever is unfolding. It could be waking your children up in the
morning or helping them get ready for school, or the transition when they first
come home from school, or bedtime, or diapering or nursing, or any other time.
The most important thing is to simply experience what is happening in this
moment and to be fully present for it without having to have anything happen
next… just this timeless moment as it is…
If you get lost in thought, as happens at times for all of us, you can always
return to the sensations of breathing and of the body as a whole to ground
yourself in the present moment, and then bring your attention back to your child
or children. Each time you notice that your mind has gone off to one thing or
another, or has become distracted or preoccupied, notice where it has gone and
gently bring it back to the present moment. Work with this practice as frequently
as you care to.
3. PRACTICING ACCEPTANCE
You may find it useful to pay particular attention to the inner landscape of the
“judging mind” whenever it arises—the mind that is attached to ideas and
opinions, black-and-white thinking, the urge to hold on to what you like and
push away what you don’t like. Whenever you notice the mind engaged in
judging, just note the content of the thought and then gently bring your attention
back to the breath, to the present moment in all its fullness, and to whatever is
happening in that moment, with your child, with your partner, at work, whatever.
Remember that mindfulness can be described simply as the awareness that
arises when we pay attention on purpose, in the present moment, and
nonjudgmentally. That doesn’t mean you won’t have judgments. Of course you
will—plenty of them! We all have. But for once, we won’t judge them, and
instead we will simply see them as thoughts, often coupled with strong emotions
of one kind or another, again, like clouds moving across the sky, coming and
going or sometimes lingering, but nothing we need to oppose or struggle with, or
judge in this moment.
You can choose a time in each day when you intentionally work with
accepting things just as they are (children, yourself, what is happening in that
moment)—and practice letting go of having to have things be different or change
in any way. Experiment with bringing an openhearted and discerning presence to
this “accepting” time.
It can be very helpful to distinguish between the times when you react
automatically and unconsciously to something a child says or does, and when
you respond with greater mindfulness and intentionality. Can you bring attention
to what is happening in those moments when you find yourself reacting
mindlessly? Such reactions can involve a range of thoughts and feelings, from
mild irritation and annoyance to being emotionally hijacked by anger,
frustration, fear, and the like.
At times like these, you might take a moment to settle yourself by becoming
aware of your body and your breathing. This can include bringing a curious,
open, “affectionate” attention to whatever thoughts and feelings may be coloring
that moment. Can you notice whatever is arising, and experiment with breathing
with the thoughts and emotions that are present—neither holding on to them nor
pushing them away, nor thinking more about them—but simply, as best you can,
embracing them in awareness and with some degree of kindness. While this can
be quite challenging in emotionally charged moments, over time such a practice
can lead to new insights and openings.
Accepting the intensity of this moment, can you see some way to respond
that is less automatic, and more appropriate? It can be particularly helpful and
even illuminating not to jump to fix or change the situation, even if you have the
strong impulse to do so. You might try to see things in that very moment from
your child’s point of view. What might he or she need from you in this moment?
Can you find a way to stay connected, listening to the feelings behind their
words, perhaps acknowledging what you are seeing and sensing from them, and
as best you can, residing in your own groundedness, an island of some stability
amidst these momentarily rough seas? Perhaps it will become clearer what is
actually called for in this moment, if anything.
If you find yourself bewildered or confused about what to do or how to
respond to a challenging moment, consider not doing anything—at least for now.
If you become reactive and find yourself carried away emotionally and
unable to change course, you might try taking a few moments afterward to
reflect on what happened. As a parent, you will be given many opportunities to
practice breaking out of habitual patterns.
Seven Intentions for Mindful Parenting
To remember to see and accept my children as they are, and not simply
through the lens of my expectations and fears.
To try to see things from each child’s point of view and understand what my
children’s needs are, meeting them as best I can. This includes keeping in
mind their need to learn by doing things on their own, and their need to come
up against immovable limits at times.
To bring these intentions into my heart and commit myself to putting them
into practice as best I can, in ways that honor my children’s sovereignty and
my own.
Twelve Exercises for Mindful Parenting
Try to imagine the world from your child’s point of view. Even doing this for
a few moments every day can remind you of who this child is and what he or
she may be experiencing in the world.
Imagine how you appear and sound from your child’s point of view. In other
words, what does it feel like having you as a parent in this moment? How
might this awareness inform how you carry yourself in your body and in
space, how you speak, what you say? How do you want to be in relationship
to your child in this moment?
Practice seeing your children as perfect just the way they are. See if you can
stay mindful of their sovereignty from moment to moment, and work at
accepting them with kindness, especially when it is hardest for you to do so.
Keep in mind that this has nothing to do with having to like or approve of
their behavior.
Try embodying silent presence. It will grow out of both formal and informal
mindfulness practice over time as you develop greater self-awareness and are
more in touch with a sense of comfort and ease within yourself.
Experiment with making room for tension without losing your own balance.
Do this by practicing moving into any moment, however difficult, without
trying to change anything and without having to have a particular outcome
occur. Simply bring awareness and presence to this moment. Practice seeing
that whatever comes up is workable if you are willing to turn toward
whatever is arising, trusting your intuition and instincts as best you can. Your
child, especially when young, needs you to be a center of balance and
trustworthiness, a reliable landmark by which he or she can take a bearing
within his or her own landscape.
Consider apologizing when you have acted in some way that is disregarding
or hurtful. Apologies can be healing. An apology demonstrates that you have
thought about a situation and have come to see it more clearly, and perhaps
also more from your child’s point of view. That said, we have to be mindful
of being “sorry” too often. It loses its meaning if we are always saying it, or
make regret into a habit. Then it can become a way for us to not take
responsibility for our actions. It’s good to be aware of this. Cooking in
remorse on occasion is a worthy meditation practice.
There are many times when we need to be clear and strong and unequivocal
with our children. Let this come as much as possible out of awareness,
openheartedness, and discernment, rather than out of fear, self-righteousness,
or the desire to control.
The greatest gift you can give your child is your self. This means that part of
your work as a parent is to keep growing in self-knowledge and in
awareness. Can we be grounded in the present moment and share what is
deepest and best in ourselves? This is a lifetime’s practice. It can be
supported by making a time for resting in awareness in stillness and silence
each day in whatever ways feel comfortable to us. We only have right now.
Let us use it to its best advantage, for our children’s sake, and for our own.
ALSO BY JON KABAT-ZINN
Mindfulness:
Diverse Perspectives on Its Meaning, Origins, and Applications
(co-editor with Mark Williams)
“The pages of this book invite us to discover a way of parenting in the present
moment that helps us see our children for who they are and ourselves with
greater awareness. Myla and Jon Kabat-Zinn show us a wise path that leads to
deep connection, empathy, and love both for our children and ourselves. Their
book is a treasure, especially for these fast-paced, accelerating times when many
of us seek more balance and wholeness in our lives and relationships.”
—Nancy Carlsson-Paige, author of Taking Back Childhood: A Proven Roadmap
for Raising Confident, Creative, Compassionate Kids
“At last, an emotionally intelligent guide for parents! Myla and Jon Kabat-Zinn
offer a profoundly powerful and wise path for cultivating a nourishing awareness
in family life.”
—Dan Goleman, author of Emotional Intelligence and Focus
“I consider this a necessary book. If you are a parent, you will read it with
fascination and return to it again and again throughout your life. If you are not a
parent, the same is true, because it is not only an invaluable how-to-parent guide,
but a beautiful and wise how-to-live primer. Reading this book could become a
life-changing event. I recommend it enthusiastically.”
—Marion Wright Edelman, president, Children’s Defense Fund
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* This chapter is written from my (jkz) personal perspective and experience as a father. It does not mean to
suggest by any stretch of the imagination that mothers cannot engage fully with their boys in analogous
ways, as many mothers, single and not single, do.
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Welcome
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Epigraph
Introduction to the Revised Edition
Prologue—jkz
Prologue—mkz
PART TWO Sir Gawain and the Loathely Lady: The Story Holds the Key
Sovereignty
Empathy
Acceptance
PART FOUR Mindfulness: A Way of Seeing
Pregnancy
Birth
Well-Being
Nourishment
Soul Food
The Family Bed
Resonances
Attunement
Touch
Toddlers
Time
Presence
Jack and the Beanstalk
Bedtime
Gathas and Blessings
Healing Moments
Who’s the Parent, Who’s the Child?
Family Values
Consuming Choices
Media Madness
Balance
Boys
Pond Hockey
Wilderness Camping
Softball Breaks through the Gloom
Girls
Tatterhood—“I Will Go as I Am”
Advocacy, Assertiveness, Accountability
Mindfulness in the Classroom—Getting to Know Yourself in School
Expectations
Surrender
Limits and Openings
Minding Our Own Business
It’s Always Your Move
Branch Points
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