“Get my cup for me,” Flowergirl demands.
“No,” I say. “It’s right there on the table. If you want it, you can get it.”
“Get it for me!” she yells. Sometimes she thinks she is water and I am stone, that if she says something enough times, I will give in. This is not true. I have already been rounded to a good extent by life, and the divots she erodes are those I let her fill.
“You can get it as easily as I can. A mommy’s purpose is not to get things.”
But the cup, in this moment, is symbolic. She has created a false dichotomy about what it means for me to do what she wants.
I ask her, “What does me getting the cup mean to you? What does me not getting the cup mean to you? Do not create a test for love to pass. You know I always love you. Do not withdraw when Love does not do what you want it to do. That is not Love, that is Like. Love is this,” I say and quietly hold her. Slowly, she melts. A minute later, she tells me she is sorry.
This is one of the ways she heals me. She is my younger self. I get to try again, from the beginning. Together we can try to leave the anger behind.
And yet I wonder which cups I have expected Love to get for me. And have I built walls against Love when Love did not pass a test I created?
This is lovely. Specially important for me, for I am am/was creating tests for love.
Thank you Kat x It will help me do away with those walls. :)
I think we all have this tendency, Ophelia. I think awareness helps so much. The children show me myself, and in doing so, I can see which layers still need shedding. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
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Thanks for sharing my post, Noura, and for your lovely comments on your blog!