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The love of a parent

January 18, 2019 by Lisa Lehmann

Parent love. Being a human almost always dictates that you were a child….first. Someone’s child. Maybe you had a mom and dad. All families look different. But that really doesn’t matter. A family is family and you grew up somewhere.

Being a child is somewhat an odd thing. Because no matter what age you are, you are ALWAYS someone’s child. But those rolls change so much over the course of a lifetime, don’t they?

no matter what age you are, you are ALWAYS someone’s child

As an infant, you are completely dependent on your mother. For food. For clothing. For every basic need. You clearly would not survive without someone taking care of you. For most of us that is our mother. We grew in her womb. We heard her voice first. Felt her touch first. Looked into her eyes first. She was our first love.
And then toddlerhood. Oh, how we begin to idolize those or that parent in our life. They seem like rock stars to us. Larger than life. The sun rises and sets with them. The love that flows from them to us? It feeds us, sustains us, contents us.
 
In elementary school, we start to push and pull a little bit. More of a push, then run back! A little bitty scratch sends us running to mama. A slight tummy ache, we need consoling. We just are starting to explore our boundaries a bit. How far before we need to come back to that security we depend on. We still need them for so so much. We rely on them. They are our world.

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Filed Under: family life, parenting, Uncategorized Tagged With: aging parents, being a mom, parenting, raising adults

Parenting and pomegranates.

October 22, 2015 by Lisa Lehmann

There is still no sign of morning light. It’s early. Bent over the sink, my hands plunged in a bowl of icy water soaking a pomegranate. I look outside at the darkness and think to myself, I am NOT a morning person. But yet, here I am. Fingertips freezing in a bowl of water waiting for the skin on the pomegranate to come loose so I can release the seeds and gift them freedom to float.

This job of parenting? Not easy. But the fact that we are allowed to participate - that we are allowed to raise other human beings? THAT is a gift...even though some days it feels like seeding a pomegranate. ~ StudioJewel.com ~

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Filed Under: family life Tagged With: mom, motherhood, parenting, raising teens, seeding a pomegranate

When it’s time to send her to college. Let go.

August 31, 2015 by Lisa Lehmann

It’s time. It’s time to let go. That’s what I am thinking as I watch motherhood flash before my eyes…again…and this time watch my oldest daughter pack her bags for college. It really is time. I say again, because I did this last year with the man-child.

sending your child off to college. time to let go.

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When it’s time to say enough. done. be still.

September 25, 2014 by Lisa Lehmann

It’s morning. I gently awake from a unsettled sleep with the slightly irritating buzz on my wrist. My Fitbit telling me it is 6:15. Time to get up. I reach across the bed and touch my husbands arm. Sleeping. Finally. Since he was sick this summer sleep eludes him…restless…uncomfortable…in pain. It hurts my heart. He needs to sleep, so I quietly exit the bed, fumble for my sweats on the floor, and leave the room…silently closing the door behind me. Daughter number one is singing in the kitchen. Singing! At 6:15 AM. Who does that? Yet it causes me to smile. I am immediately greeted by wagging tails and cold noses…mama’s up mama’s up, maybe we will get food!
 
I open the slider and let the furry girls out and the rush of cold air hits me, taking my breath away. Immediately I feel a sense of dread. Dread…because I know winter is coming. Dread…because I hate the cold. Dread…because my depression is always at its all time high in the colorless gray of winter. My feet are cold on the patio. Why didn’t I grab my slippers?
I start my morning routine. Coffee first. Dishwasher. Lunches. Vitamins. You know, mom stuff. But I feel a clinging heaviness in my heart today that I can’t quite identify.
 
I’m fully awake now. The bustle of the morning is a whirlwind of entertainment. So many personalities. So many hormones.
 
I drive the girls to school today because I need the car. It’s still dark. And cold. And foggy. It’s doing nothing for my mood. But we chatter and we sing and we laugh…a little. They are truly my joy, sometimes more than others.
 
I exit the school parking lot into the massive glitter of headlights streaming into the school. I begin to process today’s blog post…an ask Lisa question. How do I get it all done? Funny. Today I can’t seem to pull any of my thoughts together. I have no words. I have no humor. I don’t even know where to start.
I drive in silence watching the headlights. The sun begins to rise and even that doesn’t get my attention today. Something is wrong.
 
At my desk. Again I try to write. Nothing. I just feel empty. Void. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to pay attention to my to do list. I don’t want to go to the studio. I don’t want to write a blog post. I don’t want to exercise. I.don’t.want.to.
 
So I slump in my chair down to the floor. I crumble into a ball like a two year old without the tears and tantrum. What am I supposed to do next? Why are the have to’s so important? Why do I never get to just do what I want? Me. Lisa Lehmann. Not Lisa the wife. Lisa the mom. Lisa the artist. Just Lisa. Me.
 
Seconds later I’m surrounded. Wagging tails and wet noses. I’m on their level, therefore if I’m on the floor I must want to play. Somehow their invasion of my space with warm wriggling bodies is a comfort. I relax. Breathe out.
 
I sit up and grab my second cup of coffee…or is it my third? Days like this might warrant an entire pot of the hot steaming liquid to keep me going. The introspective part of me wants to know why I’m feeling the way that I do. I can’t seem to let it be… I need to know…identify…fix. I shake my head. Stubborn and stupid.
 
I don’t cry. There are no tears. Emotionless. And then it hits me. 
I’m empty. Depleted.
 
I just spent five days in Atlanta being the very best extrovert I could possibly be. I came home to the full demands of family and business and life and I charged into those demands head on. Fulfilling my responsibilities as a wife and mom and business owner. Adrenaline. Rush. Commitment.
 
But THIS morning my body, my mind and my heart said…enough…done. Empty. Fill me. I’m not broken or defective. I’m just me. I’m an introvert that needs to have some time alone to recharge. Time to think and sit. Time to just be myself.
 
It’s taking me a long time to identify with who I am. And to realize this does not make me weak.
 
So how do I get it all done? Sometimes it’s by sitting back and getting nothing done at all. It’s time for tea and a book. Maybe editing photos for fun. And braiding my hair. It’s time to just be quiet. No music. No Podcasts. No sound.
 
I took a personality test last night it nailed me to a “T” – ISFP. True artist. Introvert. Dreamer. I took comfort in knowing I had an identifiable personality. Comfort in knowing I’m not a misfit. Comfort in knowing in a few days I’ll be just fine and ready for my next impersonation as an extrovert. The deception is real!
 
If you need me today I’ll be off in a corner somewhere…probably on my porch…maybe I’ll finish working on my sharpie jeans…dreaming.
 
xoooxoxoxo
lisa

 

 

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