Friday, April 26, 2013

Mommies Are Not For Hurting

On Wednesday afternoon Paul tried to poke the black dog with a broom. He and Scout have never hit it off. Scout is old and crotchety and prefers to be left alone. Scout has never uttered a growl in his direction, but Paul senses her antipathy. (In contrast to Peyton, the spaniel, who is all "I love you! What's your name? Wanna play, wanna play, ooh, rub my head, look, a ball, wanna play?") Fortunately I was right there. (So much of parenting is being right there, isn't it? It's exhausting being right there when I want to be over there, in my chair, with my book. But as another parent recently said, "Hey. You made your bed." (And it'll be another ten to twelve years until I get to sleep sufficiently in it, apparently.))

So I stopped the attempted poke. "Not okay, buddy. That scares Scout. She's scared. It's not okay to scare animals or people," I said as I touched his shoulders, got down on his level. "We need to do something to help her feel better."

That's when he reared back and hit me.

About a million things happened in the split-second following the hitting of the mommy. Shock and anger and about two dozen scenarios of how I was going to teach him NEVER to do THAT again. But that's also when I saw his instinctive cringe. The cringe of a child expecting swift and merciless punishment. For the record, we have never hit Paul, never touched him in any way that was not loving, firm, safe. But in that moment he did not remember his last eleven months in our care. In that moment he was not using his higher-level thinking brain. He had flipped into survival mode, into the reptilian brain that has no reasoning, only instinct; that knows only flight, fight, freeze.

"Whoa, buddy," I said without really knowing what I was going to say or do because my own emotions were  still whirling. "Mommies are not for hurting. I can tell you're mad, but it's not okay to hurt. Mommies are not for hurting."

That's when his eyes met mine. That's when the tears welled up from the depths and broke into heart-wrenching grief. And I held his stiff, shuddering shoulders until he allowed me to hug him, hold him, cradle him through the wordless emotional pain. Oh, dear God, I thought. Mommies should never be for hurting.

We cried together. I don't know how long. Then he looked up at me. "Is there's tears on my face?" I nodded. White streaks crisscrossed his warm, dark complexion. "Can you's wipe 'em?" So I did the mom thing with my spit and my thumb until he was satisfied.

"Can I feed 'em Scout?" he asked. In all honesty, in the maelstrom I had forgotten the directive to do something to help Scout feel better. But he hadn't. He scooped dog food into her bowl. He didn't pet her - they may never reach that level of intimacy - but he did watch her to ensure she was enjoying her meal. Then he patted my leg while he looked around the kitchen. "Can I wipe 'em counters?"

"Um..." I had no idea why he was making this request. Until I realized. He was trying to help me. Because mommies are not for hurting.
It is the desire of every heart to be loved, to be cared for, to feel valued, to feel safe.
I share this story with trepidation and only after much prayer. I don't want to put anything out there that may be harmful to Paul now or in the future. Because he is not a mean-spirited or violent child, not by any means. But he is a seven-year-old boy who sometimes does immature seven-year-old things and who is sometimes scared. And scared children - children who are triggered into fight, flight, freeze - sometimes fight, flee or freeze.

Nor do I want this to sound like I have it all together parenting-wise. Because I don't. I'm a licensed counselor who immerses myself in parenting literature and I STILL don't know what to do half the time. Because honestly, had Sam at age seven hit me, I would have sent her to her no-toys, no-nothing room for the rest of the day, made her write an apology note, and then mandated extra chores for her to do in solitude until she was so consequenced that it cooled my righteous indignation. And that may have worked for her. But traditional parenting does not heal the emotional breaks in kids from hard places. Traditional parenting does not speak to kids who are stuck in the reptilian brain. A timeout, extra chores, silent treatment punishment for Paul may have warned him never to hit the mommy, at least not so overtly, but it would not have opened the floodgates of grief for healing. It would not have challenged his deep-rooted fears that life is scary, that he is on his own. It would not have added another layer of connection between us. It would not have shown him in the moment and experientially that mommies are not for hurting.




3 comments:

  1. Kristi, this will never hurt Paul. He's seven; he hit you because he's a little boy and he was angry and it happened too quick. Your response made me cry along with you and Paul.

    You're doing fine. The mommies are not for hurting thing works both ways--Paul's learning that he's not supposed to hurt you, but, more importantly, that you're not going to hurt him. It takes time, of course it does. You're doing splendidly.

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  2. Thanks, Kim! I told another counselor recently that, "This healing thing is so much harder when it's in the middle of your own real life!"

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  3. I love this. It's such a powerful moment and example of how we can support healing. It gives me hope fort son and for the kiddos I counsel.

    Thank you sincerely!

    Tara G

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