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Thanks for the reminder. I yo-yo in and out of despair, much of it dictated by how much my 14-year-old talks about her trans identity. It FEELS like a personal affront, a rejection of me and my core identity as a woman.

I need to keep her at the forefront. She is struggling: with OCD/ASD, with pandemic changes, with identity, with high school, with all of it. She's trying so hard to figure out who she is. Today she called her trans identity "immutable" and it nearly threw me back into despair. Deep breath. Remember: she's 14. She's struggling. She sees being trans as a social identity that gives her belonging and safety. Breathe, mom. Just breathe and remember your child is in pain and looking for a way out. You'll get through this. (And maybe it's ok that I feel a bit bitter that I HAVE to get through this, but that's for me and my therapist.)

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Yes, yes, yes, this theme was emerging all along. The only way is through, but so much more. The obstacle is providing the rich soil to grow us! What a horrible obstacle, but there are other horrible obstacles and we can now relate to others through that lens of suffering. I have read "Streams in the Desert" everyday going on 4 years now and for Christians suffering, this book gets it. The reframe is the key to suffering. We can choose our response. If pain and suffering increase our empathy and compassion for others AND increase our capacity for joy, why do we run from our obstacle? It is the way to increase our capacity for good humanness.

I feel like I should have more emotion behind these philosophical sound bites (I am an INTJ on a quest for truth and knowledge and an Enneagram 1 so nothing is ever quite perfect) so here goes: yes I am mad as hell that this is happening to our kids. Yes I want to fight. Even drop kick some of my friends down the hallway. But I am in a unique position of influence and I am being strategic.

The first step is authenticity. I need to really love people who I disagree with. More than just "be kind". I want this love to ooze out of my pores and I find myself adoring my students and colleagues, even in the midst of conflict, even the annoying ones, and I lean in during our conversations and I lean in harder when they are being vulnerable. I owe all of that to my daughter and this hard, hard thing. She has made me a better human and I thank her all the time for being my best teacher (your words).

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