08/25/2021
❤️
The other day, I innocently suggested my youngest teen call her nine-year-old cousin and wish him a happy birthday.
Judging by the over-the-top reaction I received, I thought I misspoke.
Hmm… did I mistakenly ask her to walk across hot coals and sing ‘Happy birthday’ in Russian?
No… no… I didn’t. I distinctly remember saying, “Just a five-minute call… it would mean so much.”
My teen’s response consisted of a long list of reasons why she could not/did not want to do that. It was sharp, edgy, and actually stung a little… but yet, I was able to hear a wise voice inside me say:
‘This is not about the call. She’s either hungry, tired, or worried about something else… maybe all of the above.’
I then told myself to ‘drop the rope,’ knowing that if I continued to pull as she pulled, we’d both just end up getting hurt.
I silently unpacked the groceries as my daughter fixed herself a snack. I said nothing, not even squeezing in the classic parental last words: “We’ll see.”
Later that night, my nephew called to share the details of his special day.
“The birthday boy is on the phone!” I called out to my daughter who was in her bedroom, relaxing after eating dinner and doing homework.
“Hello!” she greeted him excitedly. “Happy birthday! How was your day?”
My nephew asked if they could switch to Facetime so he could show her his gifts.
“Sure!” she said, smiling. After marveling over his birthday haul, they proceeded to stay on the line for twenty more minutes, using silly animal filters called Animoji’s to make each other laugh.
As I laid beside her, my head resting on her arm, I thought: Is this the same kid that erupted a few hours ago?
And I came to this conclusion:
Yes, it’s the same kid… which is also the same kid who is navigating the beginning of high school in an unstable climate with increased mental health challenges while learning a new “normal” while developing her self-identity, managing peer relationships, and adapting to hormonal changes.
Whew.
And although it’s not a job I really wanted to sign up for, I can be:
An anchor
A connector
A boundary setter
A sound mind
A steady hand
While so much is unstable, in both in her external and internal world, I can be a Constant.
Sometimes that may mean being a Rope Dropper.
And by setting it down, I might just be able to pick it back up later and experience unexpected connection and resolution.
It’s not every day that you get to see a unicorn chat on the phone with a giraffe.
© Rachel Stafford 2021
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FYI - “Drop the rope” is a powerful analogy used in a school of psychotherapy called Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT)