Months ago I thought of a term to describe this wild experience of parenting/family building.
"Bipolar"is the word I came up with.
Up down Up down.
And I'm not referring to my mood or state alone but to those of the family collective- to those of my 4 children and bearded spouse. I imagine if I were bipolar I could seek medical help....this is something entirely different. It's the baffling dynamic that occurs when all these complex personalities try to...
(I don't know. What are we trying to do? I was going to write co-exist but it's more than exist. It's thrive I guess. We're all attempting to thrive. Yes.)
It's the baffling dynamic that occurs when all these complex personalities are attempting to thrive. There are these transcendent moments of heart bursting love and equally intense moments of mind numbing retardation. (Can I say that?) The amazing thing is the rapidity with which it switches from one to the other and back. Wow. (Is it life with young children or does this persist through the ages?)
It just feels like a bipolar experience.
And I guess I want to talk about that.
I looked for some back-up on this whole idea and found these guys. I find it inspiring when people stop talking about surface stuff and get to "the goods".
My favourite bits from this:
"Candor and brutal honesty [are] critical to us collectively being great parents."
"You’re not allowed to chart love. The reason … is because we think of love as a binary thing: You’re either in love, or you’re not in love. You love, or you don’t love. I think the reality is that love is a process.” (Rufus Griscom + Alisa Volkman)
I also love what this blogger has to say about the "inherent risks my simple life asks me to take."
Sign me up.