When Our Children Grow Up, We See Our Mistakes
February 26, 2010 | Written By: Janet the Planet | No Comments | blog
One of my roles in my life the past 12+ years has been step-mom to two terrific young women. I came into their lives when they were 15 and 10-1/2. Their subconscious footprint had long been programmed. My husband was a single dad who had to moonlight to make ends meet, so with an after school program and my husband’s quick dinner making skills, they pretty much fended for themselves much of the time since the oldest was 5 years of age; the youngest 6 months old, aside from a part-time nanny in the early years. Well meaning friends and long-distance family pitched in as they could of course, so there was alot of encouragement for my husband, and for the girls. Gifts for the girls and pats on the back were not earned and they came to be expected. The best of intentions from family and friends were at times inspired by thoughts of feeling a bit sorry for the girls plight.
My decade of influence on them was to show them how a traditional family works together as a team, and infused as much midwestern family traditions as I could as I had growning up. Values, honesty, solid character, good study habits were all the things I worked on. My step-daughters welcomed me but also kept me at bay, because I was so different, so much more serious about life than the casual attitudes toward life and school they had lived. My husband encouraged me to share what I could. I encouraged my husband to amend his weekly allowances to his girls to now be contingent on specific chores being completed regularly. We were a team, and me constantly picking up after them wasn’t going to teach them anything. It was then that I realized how entitled they felt. They expected it all in return for nothing. I read a multitude of Christian based family psychology books about blending families and treating all the children equally. I did my best. I worked from home many years so I was there before and after school to provide the structure and support. I like to think they benefited all that I did in the long run, even though I came into their lives a little late.
Now they are 27 and 23 years of age. It is now that I can see the issues they struggle with are from their formative years. Not accepting responsibility for their current circumstances and using a multitude of excuses about how they were brought up and what they didn’t have is holding them back. Their natural mother was very ill and saw them on weekends when she could growing up. They still have so much pain because their ‘real’ mom couldn’t be the mom that they always needed and wanted. That pain still includes resentment toward me for being that super mom that doesn’t love them the way a ‘real’ mom could. I have grown to love them, but it’s not the same as loving my own natural daughter, who is 19. The love that is there between us certainly could have grown far deeper and been very different had I come into their lives at the start of their father’s single parenting stint of 9 years. They so desparately needed a good mother’s love and nurturing, which they never received even before the divorce of their parents. I gave of myself far more than I thought I was capable of and then some. I loved them as I could.
I wish I could transfer to them all the knowledge I’ve accumulated about personal development and working on one’s higher self, but I cannot. They must dig out of where they are themselves. It’s painful for them and painful for us watching them. They’re to entrenched in old thought habits that they cannot see how ridiculous they appear at times. There was a recent family reunion and one of them isolated herself from the crowd for most of one of the dinner gatherings only to then burst into tears gathering the intended attention from two closest aunts looking for a consoling shoulder to cry on and more. This manipulative display of attention on behalf of the 23 year old was such an immature act, as though she were 7 or 8, it made me realize how much maturing this grown child still needed. Preceeding this display for the past few years has been a constant whining to relatives about her plight and what’s wrong in her life, asking for a little financial assistance here and loan never to be repaid from this one or that because her life was out of control. And then there was the scarey realization, after much discussion between the adult family members, aunts, uncles, my husband and I, “what if?” she doesn’t dig out of this and develop a stronger self-esteem and take responsibility for her own life and emotions. Frankly, the family consensus is that we’re all tired of hearing about it, getting the calls, hearing of her calling others complaining about her circumstances. Then there was the pat on the back from my in-laws that I and my husband had done enough, it was time to let go. It wasn’t until the whole family was together for this reunion and we had that long talk together that I realized how my step-daughter was affecting everyone.
Did her father, I, and/or relatives make some mistakes along the way? Sure. Well intended acts of love and caring didn’t develop self-esteem and a sense of being responsible for one’s self. Doing too much backfires also. But much of my step-daughter’s circumstances weren’t anyone’s fault. Her mother didn’t become ill on purpose preventing her from being a nurturing mother. Being a single parent is tough enough, especially when it’s a dad finding himself having to care for a 5 year old and 6 month old on his own and working days and part-time nights to make ends meet. And me, well, some of my friends and a school counselor or two have commended me for accepting the responsibility I did. Not alot of women would come into a marriage at that point especially with the circumstances what they were. But I fell in love with a wonderful man. We married for us, not for our children.
So, I’m searching for a book or two that I can share with my step-daughter to help her realize that I or anyone else is not her problem. Her life’s difficulties are not because I couldn’t treat her like she was my natural daughter, that she cannot be who she wants to be. That the desparation of feeling like she has no control over changing her life, her attitudes, her job, her weight, her finances, is all really her own doing — that she is sabotaging herself with her self-defeating habits and thoughts. And also that no one person, aside of herself, is responsible or at fault for her happiness. The books I read are far beyond what she could comprehend to start out with, so if anyone out there has some suggestions please contact me. I love her and I still want to help.















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