I know I will sound like an asshole, so please don't take it personally... but... I feel like lately I have heard and read complaint after complaint about how hard life is from people who just don't have it that bad.
Action Items I use to combat self pity:
1. Make a list of all you are grateful for
2. Go help someone else
Seriously. Are you really complaining about student loans (accruing or paying off), or possibly having to work while taking college classes? You are scared you might be late paying one installment on your car payment? Mad at your iPhone clock screwing up during Daylight Savings? Afraid to take a risk, really live, and take that trip to some crazy place? Pissed you have to go to work, while most of the third world struggles to feed their babies? Mad at Comcast for their crappy DVR's? Or how the DFL in Senate District 59 spent their money on campaign literature?
I know the standards I place upon myself are often completely unrealistic, and ultimately unfair to your typical college kid or twenty-something.
Here is the thing:
I was a freshman in college when I found out I was pregnant with Jake. It was November, around Thanksgiving time. I was 18. I didn't have a job. I lived in the dorms. My dad had died a year before, my mom was broke, and my son's dad was beyond freaked out (that's another post for another day).
What did I do? I did what was in front of me, just the next right thing, one step at a time. I will not pretend that this logical course of action was all me and my innate sanity, it wasn't. The calm and serenity in the storm was a blessing and a gift given to me by the support of my mother, sister, and close female friends.
In December 1998 during my first trimester I visited the Children's Home Society. There I received counseling and practical information to help me review my options. After many many days of thought, writing, prayer, meditation, and talking, I came to the decision to parent my baby, in March 1999. I did not take the decision lightly, nor did I fool myself about what it meant for my life. It meant:
1. Accepting that maybe I would be parenting by myself.
2. Acknowledging that college completion was not going to be easy
3. Committing to finishing college anyway (no matter what)
4. Getting a job - stat. Part of parenting, and just being a grown up, is supporting yourself and your family to the best of your ability, even when it means working a job you hate or missing out on socializing
5. Preparation to cope with the face that perhaps my extended family would never accept or respect my decision
Jake was born a couple weeks past my 19th birthday, in July 1999. When I held him in my arms for the first time, I knew...I mean REALLY KNEW that I had followed the right path. Sometimes life gives you gifts in the form of challenges that that turn out to be the best thing you never would have asked for. There has not been a day that goes by since July 25, 1999 that I haven't struggled to be the best mom I can be, nor has a day gone by that I haven't thanked the universe for giving me the privilege of being Jake's mom. There is so much real life I would have missed without him.
This doesn't mean life was all roses. I worked full time, went to college full time, sometimes lived with my mom, sometimes lived in supportive housing for single moms, struggled to get homework done, battled exhaustion, and felt so alone so often. I worked all day, went to class in the evening and weekends, and studied all night. My son knew the professors in my classes and how to get around the college campus at age two. I took advantage of the benefits at my job (health insurance and free swim lessons), learned to be gracious and accept help from seemingly odd places (a church in St Louis Park occasionally/randomly would provide groceries and toys; they would just drop them off at our apartment building every once in a while), and also developed some basic street smarts (I have my old neighbors Cynthia, Yolanda, Dawn, and Bonnie to thank for that).
I also built self confidence, learned how to survive with very little money, became an advocate for not only my son, but all kids (even myself), and became an expert on insuring our basic needs were always met.
This life experience gave me a new insight and appreciation for the struggle often disproportionately placed upon women in our society and the devaluing of their work in the home. I learned the complex struggle of surviving in two worlds: privileged academia and public housing poverty. And - I learned that no matter how hard things seem at the time, there is always something to be grateful for. I learned to stop and look around at life, and witness the world with the wonder my son possessed. He was too young to see rich or poor, black or white, and instead he just saw beauty.
I graduated college in 2003 with a double major in History and Education and a minor in Sociology, and gave the commencement speech.
So - forgive me when I lost my patience and have to leave the room if you complain about a student loan. Or a difficult class. Or how you might have to get or go to a crappy job.
Stop complaining, recognize what power you have inside you. Be grateful.
Well said!
ReplyDeleteThanks Christin. I needed this today. Really.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting comparing the similarities in our experiences, especially given how we became parents in different ways and you a couple of years before me. I, too, at times felt I was living in two different worlds. Going to class at a privileged school, sitting in the back with a stroller if I didn't see anyone in the quad that had an hour off to watch her, then later that day going to stand in line at Mary Jo Copeland's Place because I couldn't afford rent, or anything else for that matter. I did that a few times. I remember feeling so guilty that I was not providing for her any better than her birth mom could have.
Maybe you saw my fb post the other day, but this week I found out that birth mom just had her 5th baby last week with as many fathers, all within 8 years and she's only 26. Honestly, there are many times I feel judgment on her (and boy can I judge when I want), but when I found out about this 5th, I felt this overwhelming sense of gratefulness because minutes before I had just dropped off one of those babies at school and her parting words were, "I love you, Mom. Hope you have a good day at work." Lucky mom, I am. As are you.
I agree with you but I often don't allow myself the little venting frustrations that are necessary to move on. I think it's good to keep things in perspective but it is okay to be upset sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI agree - it is important to express anger, frustration, etc. I was thinking more along the lines of attitude towards the world in general. I know I need to express my feelings, and that I need to see the bigger picture at the same time. Sort of a "this too shall pass" take on things, or as an old friend would say, "don't miss the beauty of the forrest becuase of the ugliness of one tree."
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