I remember saying this as a teen. I can remember my ungrateful, egocentric perspectives that had me believe this was true. I also remember how I had a hard time understanding my place in the world. I was depressed and life was hard! And, like many teens, I was extremely rebellious against doing anything that I didn’t want to do. I was hell bent on justifying against that feeling that I owed my parents anything. It was their choice to bring me into this world, so I didn’t owe them! I didn’t ask them to have me. Those Saturday morning chore lists and constant expectations to clean up after myself were so unfair. I had my own ideas about how to spend my time, MY life — while using their money, their cars, the clothes and food and shelter and undying love and care that they provided.

I don’t owe them!

Well, I’m not a teen any more and have kids of my own now and it’s a little embarrassing, a little tender, and a lot funny to look back on that young girl and her perspectives.

It is true that I didn’t and still don’t OWE my parents. They never thought that anyway. They weren’t cashing in on a debt with chores and punishments. They didn’t decide to participate in the creation of life in order to have someone to vacuum the living room, clean the toilets, and mow the lawn.

I do believe that they answered with a resounding “YES” to my desire to be born.
I do think that Love, God, Spirit, the Universe, and I asked to live this life and my parents agreed to help.

My mom cared for me from the moment she knew I was inside of her. She loved me and sang to me and fed me and washed me and clothed me and dreamt of my potential. She taught me how to care for myself, how to honor my home, how to love my family and friends.

My mom showed me how to work and dream and create. She is generous with her time, energy and talents. I saw how creating things and experiences and giving to others filled her with joy and love and light.

My mom modeled for me how to learn and grow and care for my Spirit. She showed me how to dance and celebrate, and rage and cry, and fall into despair. She showed me how to get back up again and again. She proved to me that I could trust life, with undying faith in knowing that mercy and grace will always come.

My mom shows me how to care for my heart as my own children pull away. She walks with me as I feel the pain and remorse from all of the ways I messed it up. She knows how deeply I love them. She reminds me again to trust the wisdom of life.

My mom never asked me to pay her back. I’m so grateful for this since I don’t know how this kind of debt could even be paid! I never get the impression that she feels owed. I don’t feel owed by my children! In fact, I feel in debt to God for the opportunity to be their mother.

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I sat alone in the audience of my youngest child’s Spring school concert. Tears streamed down my cheeks as my chest felt like it would explode as I watched her sing and dance on stage. I have tissues in my purse. I’ve been crying at these concerts for 15 years. I am accustomed to it now.

I will never forget my shock when I cried at my son’s Kindergarten concert. I didn’t know I would be moved like that. I didn’t understand. I was happy and he was so cute! And yet the tears and the feelings in my body were so incredibly overwhelming.

I think I understand a bit now.

I love these children so deeply. I have since the moment I knew they existed. I answered with a resounding “YES” to their desire to live. I wanted to do everything I could to help them be the most and the best versions of themselves that they wanted to be.

I want this, not for me. I want it for them and for the world! These gifts of life and love and God that I got to help bring to the world;
it isn’t a gift FROM me;
it isn’t a gift FOR me alone.
These babies, children, and now young adults are gifts for God, for all of us!

Sitting there in those school concert audiences, just one person among many, watching our children shine for everyone, we get a glimpse of them and their power and brilliance outside of the womb, outside of our arms, outside of our homes. We see them gifting their voices and giggles and wiggles and smiles and Spirits to the World. And I feel a gratitude and love beyond what my body can hold.

My kids don’t owe me. I don’t owe my mom. I may just be starting to understand the debt that we have to LOVE though! In every relationship and every moment where we have the opportunity to pay, to serve, to care, to love, we are participating in what was meant to be.

Thank you Mom!
Thank you God!

I did ask to be born.

I’ve always had pride in my “high road” relationship with my ex, all for the kid’s sake. We are polite and matter of fact in our interactions. We put our relational mess aside so we can love and support our kids in the best ways possible.

OK, so this is really mostly true and I am genuinely grateful to my ex for his amazingly deep commitment to this! And there’s a giant shadow side to how I have managed this relationship. I keep my heart guarded. I have my heels dug into my entitlement. I’m braced for conflict. My walls are up!

We communicate only when necessary and only about kids. We text and email only about schedule modifications, vacations, school and sports info, clothing needs, errands to be done, and cost-sharing negotiations, etc. Most everything else is just off limits. We have next to zero personal interaction. Even the face to face time at school and sporting events is spent without much talking.

I have liked it this way.

I liked it because my relationship with this man reminds me of my failures, my inadequacies, my tendencies toward unconscious living. He reminds me of so many parts of myself that I still judge, criticize, and punish. I didn’t like myself very much when we were married. I’m not proud of the woman I was then.

I really prefer NOT to have all of this in my face. So, like I said, we have put our relational mess aside. Or rather, I have chained this tender wounded animal of a mess up in the basement and locked the door hoping it will eventually just go away.

I never care for it. I never pet it or take it out for walks. It lives by feeding on scraps of anger, resentment, pain and fear.

When I see an unexpected text or call coming in, I am immediately assuming the worst, “Oh no, what now?” When I have to ask for a favor, I’m throwing that beast my expectations of a power struggle or a questioning of my intentions. If differences in parenting style need to be addressed, that beast is hungrily feasting on judgment and fear.

The beast has a constant presence of whining, growling, or tugging on that chain. I am quick to interpret neutral statements as blame or judgment. I am so easily taken back to a time when I would see my self-loathing reflected in the way he looks at me or the tone of his voice. These looks and tones might not even be there any more and yet I continue to feed them with fear.

Once in a while, the beast gets out. It is so very rare that it happens. So, it’s really not a problem.

Ha!

A misunderstanding or a differing of perspective might crack that basement door just enough so that the beast comes lurching out pissed off snarling, barking, and gnashing her teeth! She’s chained up so doesn’t do too much damage, usually. Although I know dealing with her is hurtful for all of us. She always ends up hurting herself, right in those tender, neglected wounds of failure, inadequacy and fear.

My pattern has been to cry with her for a bit, lock her up again, apologize and promise to keep that door closed.

But, remember that high road I think I’m on with my kids!? Do I really believe my kids don’t know about that beast locked in the basement?

I know they know. I know that I want to model for them living from love instead of fear. I know I want them to see me extending more love and kindness to their father! I would like to see me extending more love and kindness too!

Yes, for my children.
Yes, for me.
Yes, for their father.
And YES for the whole point of leaning into love in every aspect of life! Wherever and whenever I am withholding love, I am preventing the flow in the Universe and especially in my own life. To serve a higher purpose would mean I don’t get to leave out my exes. Not my ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends, or ex-friends, or any of the poor beasts I am neglecting in my basement.

So, after the last time the beast got out. I decided to tend to her differently. These tender wounds need some attention in order to heal. The best way I know to heal them is to stop hating them, start loving them, and start consciously responding differently to what triggers their pain. And look here! Being in this amicable relationship with my ex, I am so lucky to have ample opportunity.

Love knows the way. Love knows that no matter what is lacking in a relationship, I can look to myself to see what I am withholding. When there is fear, unfairness, lack of gratitude, blaming, judgment, or even just a little awkwardness or distance, I can make a choice to give more.

Love is a choice – which means I must choose!
It is up to me to have the courage to choose love first. When I choose to bring love and curiosity to my interactions instead of waiting to see what you’re bringing, I am open, relaxed, and much less reactive. Every time I see a text or an email come in from the ex, I have a choice in how to set my attitude before I read it. At first it took conscious effort and a few seconds of breath to release the fear and angst. With practice though, it has become my new habit to feel curious instead of braced for conflict. I now feel a brighter, “Oh, I wonder what’s up?” when reading these communications. Whether the tone of the communications ever changed from him or not, I perceive them differently now. I don’t project discomfort into the tone. I respond differently. Then he responds differently. The whole relationship is different. Whether I do it for me or him or the kids or God, maybe doesn’t matter, it feels so much better.

Love is generous and doesn’t keep score
So I ditched the scorecard. Ya know the one tracking how many favors we each request, how many schedule changes, how many times I pick up and drop off vs him. The score card kept track of who was owed at any moment. That never works out anyway because I could always find ways to balance the score in my favor. I mean, he always takes her to out of town soccer games, but he was the one who insisted that she be in this particular soccer league so that doesn’t count. Haha! And, I would often wait for his request for a favor even when I knew it was needed. I wanted to make him ask for everything he wanted or needed. This way, I get some credit. The score card kept me braced in a state of fear – always wanting to prove that I was contributing enough, always wanting justification in my pocket if I needed to fight for what I was entitled. I wanted things to be fair!

Without the scorecard, generosity is allowed! I have a bottomless well of love for my kids and whatever I can do to make their father’s life better or easier will serve him and them and me and God! I don’t have to wait to be asked for favors. I know where my offerings will be helpful. I know his work schedule and mine and when it’s more convenient for me to do the pick up and drop off. I know that my daughter and I enjoy shopping for new clothes together more than her and her dad. Generosity feels so much better than stubborn withholding anyway! Opportunities for my generosity are in my face all of the time in this relationship, I’m taking them.

When it comes to love and generosity in families, or relationships of any kind, together or broken, there must be a goal that is higher than fairness! In this case, it’s caring for and supporting our children. It can really only be good for our kids if their father is happier. In all cases, I believe the higher purpose to serve each other is to serve Life, Love, God so that each of us is resourced to live our best lives.

Love encourages gratitude and acknowledgment
When I am seeking and cultivating love in my world, nothing works better than gratitude. Making a conscious effort to notice when I am grateful for my ex and what he does for my kids or for me re-patterns my brain to notice it more often. I have made this a practice. I text him a thank you or an acknowledgment when he goes the extra mile, washing her soccer uniform, buying her new shoes without even mentioning that it needed to be done, taking care of school forms to be filled out, etc. Appreciation and acknowledgment sure feels good and again, generosity with these creates a really beautiful space between us.

Love does not blame
When there is conflict, a loving attitude and heart can see that there is pain. Love can see that there may be a request. Love does not blame or shame or use hurtful judgments. Love can tell the truth and say no and do it with compassion and kindness. When I’m triggered or angry, I need to take time to settle down before I react. I need to allow my anger and ask Love to attend to my wounds. I need to pray for the wisdom to see the truth. Sometimes it takes longer than others to get to a place where I can respond with love. It’s so worth it. And, when I forget to take my time, love is always there to help clean up the mess offering another chance to choose.

I know for sure that there are more places in this relationship and every relationship where I can bring more kindness, compassion, generosity, and love. I am thankful for the continual opportunities to learn and grow all the time right here, right now, in this exact life that I am living, with these exact people who surround me.

Choosing love changes everything and spirals into inspiration to choose it again and again and again.