Women who Love too Much Community Group
WHEN BEING IN LOVE, MEANS BEING IN PAIN... This group is to help women through the journey of realizing they can love themselves. To help realize that they are capable of having a happy, healthy, whole relationship and break the cycle of abuse and heartache from loving emotionally unavailable men.
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Hello,
I am the mother of one awesome nine year old little boy. I can honestly say that he is one of the driving forces in my life to stay in recovery. My greatest fear is that I will hurt him like my parents hurt me. Last night I called a friend because I needed to have a vulnerable conversation. I told her that I am scared that I feel guiltily all the time when it comes to how I parent. The feeling of not being enough, or capable enough is a feeling that runs in all aspects of my life. It is the secret I take into all relationships, it is the secret that awakens me each morning.
I told her that I am exhausted from playing mommy. I am always trying to not do what my parents did while second guessing everything I choose to do. She asked me if I did not feel like I had the right to take a break, if I was worthy of taking care of myself. I said no experience in my life ever helped to develop the belief that I was just worthy of what I wanted and needed. The idea seems so foreign to me it is almost like she was speaking another language. Rights, worthy, love, being able to take care of myself- no, I am not familiar with those words. For me everything was about earning. Every desire, idea, and need I had my parents either crushed or shamed me out of it. I was praised for helping, for not asking, for being strong enough not to need them. I was blamed, criticized, or emotionally abandoned for asking, wanting, or needing anything they could not give. And I didn't ask for things- toys like normal kids. I asked that we sit down and eat together, I asked that we talk, hug, and show affection. I wanted my mother and I to have girls day. I wanted to be able to sit on my fathers lap and get a kiss on the forehead. I wanted to be able to tell my parents how I felt, how I dreamed and have my experiences validated.
I have attempted to create that world for my son but it feels fake and forced. My insecurities have become so obvious that my son has started telling me "mom, you are good mom, you have to believe that." Brene Brown says that you cant love your children past the point where you love yourself. That scares me. She says that when the children are younger it is easy but as they age you begin to see the limitations to your ability to love. The mother who cant love herself and uses her appearance to cope will perpetuate that cycle unto her child. The father who is using his intelligence to define himself will perpetuate that cycle unto his children. I try to tell and show my son how great he is but I don't feel that way about myself. That is the message he will really receive. This fact torments me and drives me to try harder but everything I do with him is governed by guilt and fear. Not everything there are genuine moments in our lives but they are small moments.
As he ages and begins to experiment and struggle with acceptance and relationship with others- how can I help him with that? My experiences include controlling, manipulating, and obsessing. That is a legacy I would rather have die with me- but it is the legacy my parents gave to me. I am determine that the pain stops with me. I pray that his experiences and understanding are new and different from mine. There has been enough WWLTM issues in this family and I don't want that for him.
But the only thing that I can do really is continue to grow. To learn to love all aspects of myself so that I can teach that to him. I am willing to learn that I am worthy of love, that I have the right to my own happiness, choices, and desires. I have to stop the belief that I cannot take care of myself without the presence of others. I have to embrace that being alone does not have to mean being lonely. I have to deepen my understanding and relationship with God. I have to let love of self and love of others be the deciding factor in all that I do.
I have to release fears and guilt because they lead to unhealthy coping skills, fantasy, resentment, and distraction. A lot of the women in the Book had children but few of the stories addressed their struggle with parenting. I decided to share my so that any other mother on this site who is experiencing what I am feeling will understand that she is not alone. WWLTM issues are not always about men. Really they are about how we function within the world. Long held beliefs of self-hatred have arms that reach into all areas of our lives- stealing the light. Every day I wake up with the new awareness of a new area of painful beliefs. I am weary but I am willing. I am not running away from the awareness because what must be heal must first be revealed. I refuse to hide my shame, my fears, or my guilt anymore. It is the hiding of things that allows the WWLTM to progressively get worse and worse. I am praying for guidance but today I feel like the best choice I could make was to tell the truth. Then after that I will just have to allow the awareness of what is to be. I understand on some level that I have been wrong about myself and I feel that even this small space is enough for God to come in and tell me the truth about who I am.
I am the mother of one awesome nine year old little boy. I can honestly say that he is one of the driving forces in my life to stay in recovery. My greatest fear is that I will hurt him like my parents hurt me. Last night I called a friend because I needed to have a vulnerable conversation. I told her that I am scared that I feel guiltily all the time when it comes to how I parent. The feeling of not being enough, or capable enough is a feeling that runs in all aspects of my life. It is the secret I take into all relationships, it is the secret that awakens me each morning.
I told her that I am exhausted from playing mommy. I am always trying to not do what my parents did while second guessing everything I choose to do. She asked me if I did not feel like I had the right to take a break, if I was worthy of taking care of myself. I said no experience in my life ever helped to develop the belief that I was just worthy of what I wanted and needed. The idea seems so foreign to me it is almost like she was speaking another language. Rights, worthy, love, being able to take care of myself- no, I am not familiar with those words. For me everything was about earning. Every desire, idea, and need I had my parents either crushed or shamed me out of it. I was praised for helping, for not asking, for being strong enough not to need them. I was blamed, criticized, or emotionally abandoned for asking, wanting, or needing anything they could not give. And I didn't ask for things- toys like normal kids. I asked that we sit down and eat together, I asked that we talk, hug, and show affection. I wanted my mother and I to have girls day. I wanted to be able to sit on my fathers lap and get a kiss on the forehead. I wanted to be able to tell my parents how I felt, how I dreamed and have my experiences validated.
I have attempted to create that world for my son but it feels fake and forced. My insecurities have become so obvious that my son has started telling me "mom, you are good mom, you have to believe that." Brene Brown says that you cant love your children past the point where you love yourself. That scares me. She says that when the children are younger it is easy but as they age you begin to see the limitations to your ability to love. The mother who cant love herself and uses her appearance to cope will perpetuate that cycle unto her child. The father who is using his intelligence to define himself will perpetuate that cycle unto his children. I try to tell and show my son how great he is but I don't feel that way about myself. That is the message he will really receive. This fact torments me and drives me to try harder but everything I do with him is governed by guilt and fear. Not everything there are genuine moments in our lives but they are small moments.
As he ages and begins to experiment and struggle with acceptance and relationship with others- how can I help him with that? My experiences include controlling, manipulating, and obsessing. That is a legacy I would rather have die with me- but it is the legacy my parents gave to me. I am determine that the pain stops with me. I pray that his experiences and understanding are new and different from mine. There has been enough WWLTM issues in this family and I don't want that for him.
But the only thing that I can do really is continue to grow. To learn to love all aspects of myself so that I can teach that to him. I am willing to learn that I am worthy of love, that I have the right to my own happiness, choices, and desires. I have to stop the belief that I cannot take care of myself without the presence of others. I have to embrace that being alone does not have to mean being lonely. I have to deepen my understanding and relationship with God. I have to let love of self and love of others be the deciding factor in all that I do.
I have to release fears and guilt because they lead to unhealthy coping skills, fantasy, resentment, and distraction. A lot of the women in the Book had children but few of the stories addressed their struggle with parenting. I decided to share my so that any other mother on this site who is experiencing what I am feeling will understand that she is not alone. WWLTM issues are not always about men. Really they are about how we function within the world. Long held beliefs of self-hatred have arms that reach into all areas of our lives- stealing the light. Every day I wake up with the new awareness of a new area of painful beliefs. I am weary but I am willing. I am not running away from the awareness because what must be heal must first be revealed. I refuse to hide my shame, my fears, or my guilt anymore. It is the hiding of things that allows the WWLTM to progressively get worse and worse. I am praying for guidance but today I feel like the best choice I could make was to tell the truth. Then after that I will just have to allow the awareness of what is to be. I understand on some level that I have been wrong about myself and I feel that even this small space is enough for God to come in and tell me the truth about who I am.
i'm not a mother. i have always been deeply about becoming one because as you say, i want this legacy to die with me. i can only relate this to my experience of my own mother. my mother has no awareness of her own responsibility in her life. she plays the victim or the wronged party. Your son doesn't need you to be perfect - there are no perfect parents. Your self awareness is most valuable example you can give him. Through your exploration of your pain he can learn not to be afraid of his own dark emotions. Children are stronger and wiser than we give them credit for. Let him know that sometimes you struggle but it's not about him. Let him know that you are working on yourself. I saw so much pain in my childhood and was left to make sense of it alone. Maybe the way for the pain to end with you is to trust your child to love you even while you struggle and be honest about the fact that mommy's not perfect all the time. even if he disagrees with you :)
You succeeded in making me cry. Your words were needed, beautiful, and hopeful. What really resonated me was- you son does not need you to be perfect. Because if either one of my parents would have just said- I am struggling with painful emotions and painful beliefs and it is not your fault or your responsibility to fix me- it would have, if I believed it, made a world of difference in my life. When your example of how to be in the world is flawed and no one is there to give you an explanation you-the child- tend to believe that it is because of you.
And I understand and hopefully one day will know that self-love is not about being perfect. I told my son a long time ago that I was not perfect and that I would make mistakes but that I would always be willing to try and do things differently if he told me how he felt. What I have shown him is my willingness to say Im sorry, to say I m wrong, to say I wont do it again- and them make good on the promise. I think I left my childhood with the resolve that I would be a perfect parent- perfect meaning that I would never hurt my child- that they would always know that they were loved. Perfect to me looked like- a happy mom, baking cookies, reading bed time stories, playing on the floor,. It looked like hugs and kisses and many I love you. It was going to PTA meetings and ball games. It was laughter, love, and light. What being perfect really looks like is a zombie. I am always striving for perfection- always in my mind and rarely am I present in the moment with him. What my life really looks like is a struggle to hide my pain, fake smiles, and forced memories. Baking cookies, reading stories, and taking my son out for activities is a job not a pleasure. My son is to young to understand WWLTM issues and recovery. But he is not to young to understand I am sad today, I am angry today, I am having painful memories today and it is not your fault. I can also tell him that if I deal with it now then I will be able to be a better mom to him in a little while. I can explain to him that I go through the pain so that my love for him can be pure. Maybe allowing him to love me as I am will be a healing for me.
I am starting to think that you are a wise wizard who can see into my mind (lol). The reason that I said that is because a lot of the things you mentioned are moments when I don't felt like I am pretending. Every night before he goes to bed we talk and it is a genuine moment. On our baby and/mom day we go to movies but we usually do this when he is in school. He loves to tell stories and he loves for me to tell him a story- made up straight off the dome. My son wants to be a comic book writer I am sure that this will change but I am a lover of all stories so this is a bond that we share. We work out together and that is a genuine moment as well.
What do I need on bad days? Honestly, to be left alone. I have started telling him ok mommy is clocking out and he gets it without being bothered by it. I think what troubles me about letting people help me is that I held so much resentment for my mom for always needing my help while only being able to help me with surface things- cooking, washing clothes. When I was in trouble, scared, confused , or worried I could not get help from her if anything she brought those issues to me. That is why I try so hard not to burden my son with my problems. What I have to understand is that showing up fully is not a burden to anyone it really is just the truth of where I am in that moment. At nine years old all my son can do for me on bad days is continue to enjoy his day without it being dependent on me. That would be enough.
Raising a kid on your own is a tedious job. ....I can understand it for I two am raising two boys alone. We all try to teach our kids what we feel we should and we want them to grow up as balanced and happy individuals.
I may sound overtly simplified.....but want my sons too grow up as happy individuals. ...who have happy hobbies...like we are learning guitar together and we talk about music and search good videos and listen.I feel with children or anybody else ...basic guiding factor should be fun and happiness.
So I may not be the best mom....but I am a mom who is fun to be with. And I am not trying hard to be that..... I am also thinking about common areas where I can bond with my sons. ...I found it to be music.....which gives happiness to be with.
We are creating shared histories. ...and they should be fun and happy.
I need me time and without an iota of guilt I tell my kids that.I tell them to do something I that time and when I am free I reach out to them.
There is no rule book of good parenting.
Cheers to you and your son!