It's taken nearly 24 hours to get back but I've had this on my mind most of my day!
I think parenting matters but like most things in life I think parenting consciously & intentionally "well" isn't a guarantee...
As you know I have 5 children - who really couldn't be more different. My oldest was probably parented with the most attatchment parenting style (simply as she is the oldest & there is a large gap so she was my world)... I wonder at times if this has contributed to her intense need for attention. However, I also don't know if that's how her nature would have been.
Having birthed 5 babies their personalities were evident almost immediately!
Ruby needed attention 24/7 my eyes had to be on her & her needs had to be met immediately & this has always been the way. Intensely interested in her surroundings.
Finn was shocked to be in this World & needed reassurance of my presence & love - and still does. Incredibly intelligent toys were very childish to him - he wanted to think! I am sure he is a very old Soul
Lucy was born fast and furiously. She didn't make a sound as she entered the room - just looked at us all as if to say: "mmm so that's who you all are... She had the most tender eyes & was curious about everything... Gentle but spunky & stunningly gorgeous.
Eva was born much like Finn shocked to be here... A little afraid of this world - and she still is but again stunningly gorgeous and quirky - oh so quirky...
Imogen took me time to get to know but her peaceful but stern hold on herself took me by surprise in those first weeks of her life. She was frail but strong & she still is..
What my long story is telling is that they had a nature. I see it as my role, my job, my contract with them (for I believe they chose me & I them) is to nurture their natures. To lead them, help them build a frame work of a Self. They have to fill in the pieces - for that's their journey... I need to provide them with a soft place to fall, a strong & honourable role model in how I deal with the world, people, love, spirituality, friends, strangers etc etc (perhaps this is the biggest and most significant of all). They have watched me Mother their siblings & that is an amazing gift I am grateful for constantly! Sometimes I see them watch me, take it in & play act with their dolls or my oldest daughter comments that she doesn't know how I can be so patient (trust me I don't believe patience is something I have a lot of...). So, I know the seeds are there, growing little shoots... I know now that when I behave childishly, react from my wounded self - that it's how I recover from that that is important. To say I'm sorry - I was having a moment & well let's have a cuppa...
I don't think I have any tricks of the trade - just trying to show them that we always grow and change and evolve. That they cannot rely on me for everything as I will let them down. That there are other people who can help - so part of my job is to ensure they have good adults that they can turn to for support when they can't come to me...
I grew up as the oldest of two daughters. My mother was a very unstable woman who sadly I reflect probably jsut yearned for her husbands devotion. She picked the wrong apple in my Dad. He was married to the police force. He had the communication skills of a yak & the presence of one too!
I never saw kindness from my Mother - I saw anger, jealousy incredible expectations of others. I can remember being very young and turning to her & saying: "why don't you just tell your friend that you're sad at her"... I remember that like it were yesterday... People always "let her down"... She lived through me. I was pushed to play sport as she was sporty... (I am just the antithesis of sporty!!! - I think running is a ridiculous past time - I much rather walk and smell the air!) I wasn't allowed to speak to boys. I won't go into it all and bore you all but my life was quite hellish. I was beaten with straps, spoons. Locked in my room, called names from the window in front of my friends - every night I would pray to any deity that would hear that my life would be better & that it was my job to do it.
My parents divorced when I was 15 - neither wanted me so I was sent to an Uncle who raped me repeatedly. I ran away and my life began...
Why I say all of this is that my nature is determined. My nature is optimistic. Somewhere I knew the nightmare of much of my early life was part of my story. I chose consciously not to allow that to define me. So that I believe really was my nature. No matter how badly I was parented I knew intrinsically that I was able to turn it around.
I had lots of struggles. Lots of issues to over come & like us all I deal with them still. However, many people have stories similar to mine and they don't come out of it well. They perhaps are addicted to drugs, alcohol, sex... They will do anything to be loved.
I think I did all of the above (I wasn't addicted to drugs or sex) - but I drank too much & I yearned for love. I also have and still struggle with a morbid fear of change. Because my life was so unpredictable. All I wanted was the surety that in 12 months I would still be in this house, living my life etc...
I believe that we all have Karma. That we have predetermined lessons to learn/deal with... That opportunity will arise throughout this lifetime to learn them. If we take up the baton & deal we can burn that karma through... Some of it's small some of it's big.
So it is with our children. That is why I think some people will come from "good" (I hate that term but I get you Rach it's hard to find another one...) families and turn out with big challenges ahead. It's their nature, their path, or their karma.
However, I think personally that we need to be very very conscious in our parenting. We are the fuel pump - and they will always come to us for the rest of our days we will be their wise person. If we can show them unconditional love. Something I say to my two older kids is that if they are ever in any trouble to tell me & if they don't want to they don't have to explain. But just know I am there, I will pick them up from Texas in the middle of the night - just know that I won't ask questions if that's what you want...
We have been given our intricate little characters to teach us and us them... It's no mistake & the honour is to both of us. So, there is a large amount of nature I think & a good sturdy doseage of nurture. Sometimes I have stood back and thought WTF have I done wrong it's all falling apart...
Then before I know it I am bathing in a gossamer glow of how I've got it all so well sorted...
I suppose for me now after nearly 15 years of parenting I get that I fail, I fall short & they actually live through it and so do I...
Some of my children remember the times I fall down very vividly - others not so. That's their nature...
I have also learned that every time I am really triggered by one of them that this is a big learning moment for me... What is it about me... Sometimes now I can even thank them for being a rat bag as it taught me something special...
But yep - as always I ramble on - forgive me it's late, I'm tired and Ive been pondering this through my day...
I think parenting is so incredibly important. I also think that we are born with a nature that perhaps is swayed by the parenting we receive. It could be our saving grace or our curse...![]()




) families and turn out with big challenges ahead. It's their nature, their path, or their karma.
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I have hung on every word and expanded my mind. I appreciate so much that BB is a place where we can do this.


I have been thinking about this for days now!
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