With the amount of rain we have been getting lately, it’s amazing we’re able to sneak in time in the sun. But we do. I love the spontaneity that chasing the sun brings, and the adventures we’re still able to create in that short amount of time.
The days with them.
Parenting while experiencing fear is something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. With everything going on in the world, it’s hard not to.
A world health pandemic made no exception, and that universal fear of never wanting anything to happen to our children, affected parents of all creeds, races, ages, beliefs; a simultaneous experience of collective fear in parenting.
For some, that fear was able to be met with a solution that provided safety again. Being able to work from home to keep one’s children safe. Having a home to bring them to. Being able to afford to stop working if needed. Having access to health care should something happen.
For some, that fear simply added to the pile of other fears one already parents with, and no easy solution for them.
The differences between those two experiences of fear in parenting is privilege.
I think we all experience some sort of fear when parenting, but I am acutely aware of the huge spectrum “parenting with fear” has, and privilege in direct relation to that.
The more privilege you have, the less fear in parenting.
The less privilege you have, the more fear in parenting.
This is not new information.
When I think about who would be more prone to chronically parent with a high level of fear, I don’t have to think about it for too long. The current affairs of the world right now will tell you who, and there are many, and it’s always those who are marginalized.
This is not new information.
The part that I especially can’t stop thinking about, is the lifelong consequences this has for both the parent and child.
That is generational trauma. And that is also not new information.
Even with all the best of my intentions, if I experience stress, I am humanly unable to parent the way I want to. And I acknowledge that the stress that I experience is few and far between. For some, parenting with chronic stress is an everyday normal, and with all the information available at one’s fingertips, a quick research on psychology will tell you the consequences that has.
That is generational trauma. This is not new information.
Generational trauma directly in relation to privilege.
I have hope in the generation of my children, hope that they are the light and the change that will make the world a better place. I have to be.
As a parent, I also know that my hope for the generation of tomorrow is supported by the parents of today, and they need support today.
How do I support the parents that are raising tomorrow’s generation -today, right now!?
That’s a question I have kept in my mind for every action I am taking on the current state of the world. How is that helping the parent that is raising my children’s future classmate? Future friends? Future life partner? Future co worker? Because to me, to care for my children, is to care for the parent, and their child.
My heart is with all parents, but especially with those who parents with love, with hope, with patience, with care, with perseverance, with pride, even while experiencing so much fear due to things they cannot change.
I want to listen to your story, please don’t stop telling it. Let me carry any weight I possibly can, even the weight of stories that are hard to tell.
I may not be able to offer many things, but I see you today, I hear you today, I act with you today, with a collective hope for our children tomorrow.
You know that scene from the movie Tangled, where Rapunzel and Ryder sit on a boat and watch lanterns in the sky? Yeah, that is my dream.
There is just something magical about lanterns, and so yesterday afternoon, we made lanterns to have our own little winter festival in our backyard.
Using materials that we had around the house; recycling bags as aprons, cupcake cups as paint holders, and recycled glass jars as our lantern, we improvised to make something beautiful. My favorite kind of craft.
Materials:
– Glass Jars (empty jam/pickle/tomato sauce jars)
– Acrylic paint and brushes
– Tea Light Candles
– Pipe Cleaners
It’s mesmerizing to watch them craft. Both so different in their approach.
Penelope is very focused; careful about where her colors are, and covers large areas before she switches colors to paint again.
My sweet Oliver is more playful. Sometimes painting the glass, sometimes painting his hand, and just happy to be experiencing the activity.
They covered the surface of the glass, and once it dried, I secure some pipe cleaners around the mouth of the jar to create a handle.
While they sang happy birthday (which they do every time they see a candle lately haha) I added a tea light candle into the jars. And Voila! Beautiful lanterns!
More winter theme DIYs below:
DIY Mini Pine Branch Wreaths [Creating Tangible Memories ]
DIY Easy Paper Snowflakes [Holiday Decor Inspiration]
