After some time of silence, I would like to write about a new subject that has become a very meaningful and integral part of my life in the past year.
If we divided the world into 2 classes of people (apart from men vs. women), one of the most obvious dividing line would be people having children and people with no children. That is: parents vs. non-parents. Parents and non-parents see the world in radically different ways. We could certainly agree that one group may never have the same perspective in life than the other. As they say, when your child is born, your life will permanently and irreversibly change.
I belong to the category of non-parents but in a weird way: non-parent, but still having children in my life on a regular basis. The children of my significant other.
Giving birth to and raising your own child is an extraordinary experience (I imagine so, not by experience… ;-)), but kids suddenly catapulting into your life – without you ever giving birth to and raising anyone before – is probably not less so. You join in as a newcomer in the process, with no previous experience in the bittersweet path of being a parent, and you have no other choice but to rediscover yourself, trying to find the parent authority figure, somewhere hidden in your little toe, which – you thought – never existed.
Every situation must be different, depending on the different factors in its complexity, but two things that cannot be avoided are a certain level of transformation of personality and a number of questions to be raised: Who am I to them? Who are they to me? Can I be proud of them when they perform well? Should I feel ashamed of them when they misbehave? Am I allowed to tell my opinion to them? Am I welcome or not, knowing it’s so difficult for them? (this one is easy… probably not, at least at the beginning. You have to be ready to be the enemy, by default, whatever you do.) How close is too close? How far is too far? How and where do I set limits? How much time to spend with them and how much time to step aside and leave them alone with their father? What can I bring in when there are already well-defined family patterns petrified? Many of your core values come to the surface, as a mirror, such as what level of intimacy is comfortable for you, how can you set limits etc.
Many books are written on the subject, but I believe reality is always different, and the individual personality will never allow you to follow instructions letter by letter. What works for me is interactivity, i.e. silently observing the needs and preferences (or lack of them) and adjusting dynamically. All this in the hope that they feel good with us. As pieces of a puzzle to make a whole. And among the many potential roles concerned – the nanny, the cleaning maid, the adult, the housewife, the authority figure, the “step-parent”, Dad’s girlfriend, “Cruella”, the Intruder, etc – there is one which I find the best. Very simply, that of a friend who is always available and can be counted on.
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