“Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Beautiful and Damned
Wednesday night/Thursday morning. Still incredibly hot and humid, 91 degrees.
I’m going to try to do this again. No distractions. With any luck, I’ll get past the first few sentences.
This is my immediate problem: my children. As you know, I have three grown children, but their stages of grown do not match their calendar status of grown. My eldest child, my daughter, will be having one of those major milestone birthdays on the 7th of this month, but the reality is that I think she is probably the youngest of my children. And for the moment, I choose to focus on my eldest/youngest child.
To be fair, Alexis has gone through a lot in her short life, and the loss of her sister, something her brothers do not share as an immediate memory, affected her greatly. Alexis has never been full of self-confidence; in fact, the exact opposite is true: If one person could be so completely uncertain of her selfhood, I would have to say that it is my daughter. Please understand, I’m not criticizing, only commenting; after all, I, too, am very insecure about certain aspects of my self.
I don’t know how much of my daughter’s problems are a result of nurturing, but I do know that I have been the primary nurturer in her life, which is why I probably have a tendency to blame myself for so many of her woes. But at what point do I draw the line and acknowledge that she has very real problems that are completely separate from my relationship with my daughter?
You see, while I love my daughter beyond words, I am not entirely sure that I like certain key aspects of her personality. Does that make sense?
“there is something else that drives us, some
rage or hunger, some absence smoldering
like a childhood fever vaguely remembered
or half-perceived, some unprotected desire,
greed that is both wound and knife,
a failed grief, a lost radiance.” ~ Edward Hirsch, from “Mergers and Acquisitions”
Again, let me say that I probably should not be writing this, but I need to work through some of this tonight as it is pressing on me much too acutely, and I know that I will have no peace unless I do something. I had to cancel my therapy appointment this week because of the chest cold that I have. Too much talking makes me cough, and coughing is, well, painful. Hence, the writing my way through . . .
I so wish that I had the ability to make things right for my children all of the time, but then again, don’t most parents? But I don’t have this ability, and talking to Alexis is futile, at best, and an invitation to a verbal fray, at worst. My daughter, like my sons, unfortunately inherited the family predisposition to clinical depression and anxiety. We all suffer in our own various ways, to lesser and greater extents, depending upon, well upon a lot of things. But Alexis is alone in one thing: she sleeps far too much for any human being. She can go to bed on Friday night and not wake fully until Monday morning.
When she was a teenager, she would sleep forever, but I really didn’t worry about it because I did the same thing as a teenager. However, she is an adult with her own child, and this sleeping sickness, for lack of a better term, has not abated. Corey and I have had several conversations in which we have tossed about this problem, mostly in relation to Olivia, as in, does my daughter’s sleeping sickness impede/impair her ability to care for her own daughter?
I can’t tell you how guilty I feel just for giving this concern words, but there. It’s been said. Now what?
I mean, this is more than my concern that she has absolutely no ambition, that she doesn’t seem to have any sort of life goals, which granted, is a real concern. But this particular issue has such larger implications as it affects everyone.
“I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.” ~ Neil Gaiman, from Signal to Noise
I’m so conflicted.
If you were to ask me if my daughter is a good mother, I wouldn’t hesitate to say, “Yes. Absolutely.”
But then, I must pause. Does she love her daughter? Without question. Does she want what is best for her daughter? Again, yes.
But what makes a good mother? Love, concern, respect, patience, empathy, sympathy . . . cobbled together with a willingness to teach, to share, to laugh, to cry . . . Like it or not, motherhood is an endless procession of decisions, and if we are lucky, most of them are right, and if we are smart, we learn from the wrong ones, but first, we must be able to identify the wrong ones.
Look, being a mother is a thankless job. Your children resent you a lot of the time. They don’t like you some of the time. They wish you would be quiet a lot of the time. They appreciate you only some of the time, and to them, you are never a person with feelings and wants and needs. And no one can teach you how to be a mother; it’s purely on-the-job training, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get good advice along the way, and if you’re smart, you’ll realize which advice is good and which is bad.
So what’s my point?
Damned if I know . . .
“Life must be back there. You hid it
So no one would find it
And now you can’t remember where.” ~ John Ashbery, from “Vaucanson”
You know shaken baby syndrome? Well obviously that’s something that must never be done, but what about shaken adult child syndrome? Is it acceptable to want to grasp said child by the shoulders and shake him/her until the eyes come into focus and you think that perhaps some semblance of sense has entered said child’s brain?
I know that I’m making light, but trust me, I am so close to tears much of the time that to laugh would be nothing short of achieving a state of grace.
But back to the problem. Did you know that there is an actual illness called Sleeping Beauty Syndrome? It’s actually called Klein-Levin Syndrome:
Klein-Levin Syndrome (KLS) is a rare and complex neurological disorder characterized by recurring periods of excessive amounts of sleep, altered behavior, and a reduced understanding of the world. The disorder strikes adolescents primarily but can occur in younger children and adults. At the onset of an episode the patient becomes progressively drowsy and sleeps for most of the day and night (hypersomnolence), sometimes waking only to eat or go to the bathroom. Each episode lasts days, weeks or months during which time all normal daily activities stop. Individuals are not able to care for themselves or attend school and work. In between episodes, those with KLS appear to be in perfect health with no evidence of behavioral or physical dysfunction. KLS episodes may continue for 10 years or more. KLS is sometimes referred to in the media as “Sleeping Beauty” syndrome.
Seriously, I think my daughter has this. Some people think that Alexis is just lazy. I honestly don’t think that’s it. If I did, I would say so. Laziness can be fixed; well, at least, I think it can be fixed. Alexis is too OCD to be lazy. I just don’t know if she has any control over these sleep episodes. And the brutal reality is that it’s gotten to the point that it is having a serious impact on every single relationship she has.
“But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.” ~ Umberto Eco, from Foucault’s Pendulum
So what to do, what to do? I can do nothing. Not yet. And even if the time were right for me to do something, I have absolutely no idea as to what course of action I should take, if any.
Familial relationships are so damned draining. Awash in a sea of eggshells, and trying to find just the right way to cross without breaking anything, without breaking any . . . one.
You know when you are young, in your early 20’s, and you think about life, think about the future as I always did, I would bet that most of the realities of later life never enter the realm of possibility. I mean, how could they, really? Real life is so far from what you think will happen to you when you’re young and trying to decide whether or not to drop a huge chunk of change on some toy or the other. Real life is so filled with pitfalls and trenches so deep that few of us would ever contemplate that such horrible things might actually happen.
Nothing in my 20’s prepared me for real life, even though I was so certain at the time that I had all of the answers. I was so sure of my certainty then. It takes being slapped in the face by fate to make you realize just how little you actually know.
So here I am, finally able to admit how little I know and knowing how little I am able to effect any kind of meaningful change in the lives of my children. Is it any wonder I walk around in a constant state of pain-filled angst?
Probably shouldn’t have written any of this . . .
More later. Peace.
Music by I Will, I Swear, “Long Days”
The slow overture of rain,
each drop breaking
without breaking into
the next, describes
the unrelenting, syncopated
mind. Not unlike
imagining their wings
to be their heart, and swallows
believing the horizon
to be a line they lift
and drop. What is it
they cast for? The poplars,
advancing or retreating,
lose their stature
equally, and yet stand firm,
in order to become
imaginary. The city
draws the mind in streets,
and streets compel it
from their intersections
where a little
belongs to no one. It is
what is driven through
all stationary portions
of the world, gravity’s
stake in things, the leaves,
pressed against the dank
window of November
soil, remain unwelcome
till transformed, parts
of a puzzle unsolvable
till the edges give a bit
and soften. See how
then the picture becomes clear,
the mind entering the ground
more easily in pieces,
and all the richer for it.
~ Jorie Graham
4 thoughts on ““I’m a ghost that everyone can see;” ~ Franz Wright, from “Empty Stage””
wow. are our worlds colliding? I feel ya! I look at Leyna sometimes and think- what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you so self absorbed? why can’t you be happy? Can’t be the only child thing, I’m not that way. I’ve spent many an hour trying to figure out why she: is so lazy, doesn’t seem to want to be a Mom but loves her kids, I think? , is so miserable, etc, etc. She has been recently diagnosed with MS. Truthfully, I’m not sure she’s giving us the full picture. She has episodes of violent vomiting but yet does NOTHING to try and help herself. She smokes, she doesn’t eat right and won’t /doesn’t take her meds for the bi polar. Suffice to say, that makes everything worse. If the meds don’t work instantly, she stops them. ( My dad was like, drove me nuts). Emily has little to do with her. Noah is a momma’s boy but he is slowly slipping away. At the age of 12 Emily has to clean, do her laundry,homework and take care of 3 dogs. Because 90% of the time Leyna is sleeping, sick or having a bi polar swing and cannot be dealt with. I’ve cried, ignored, suggested, talked, offered to help, all to no avail. At this point I do what I can for the kids but leave her alone. If you are not going to try and help yourself, there’s nothing I can do for you. She’s not speaking to me now because I would not take the kids Sat night so she could go AGAIN to the ER for nothing. I was sick so was Joe. At this point I just pray and have my prayer group pray. I’m done “what iffing” ,beating myself up, asking myself if I raised her right and worrying. And no more” where did I go wrong”? It’s not always how you’re raised that makes you the way you are.
I hear you. I have no answers, none, zippo. The meds are an issue. How can they help if you don’t take them? I’m truly at a loss.
Think of you often.
I really need to live next door…
What you describe is scary. Scary for all of you. Difficult for all of you. Stressful. Just what you don’t need with all the rest of your stress… I wish there were more family members who could gently nudge her to see what it is for what it is… I think that helps. But, we are often the only ones, us Moms, we tend to be the ones that the difficult issues fall to, and thus get the blame during a crisis. Sometimes, though, children can look back and see how hard it must have been for their Mom. Not always.
I hope that you are better by next week and can go to counseling then. And, I hope you feel better – get over that cold… And I wish I could make you soup…
Rain here, heavy rain (we really needed it and I am thankful for it). Headed your way? (I think it is reflected in your choice of pictures…)
I wish you lived next door, too.
Last night I was awakened at 1 a.m. by my phone going off with a tornado warning, which freaked me out. It said to take shelter immediately, but I couldn’t get the dogs to come into the bathroom with me, so I waited it out on the bed. Nothing happened, fortunately. But a storm did roll through, and it’s a beautiful 80 degrees today.
As to the bigger problem, I just don’t know. We’re all waiting for her birthday to pass before anything is said. Give her that, at least.
Thanks for your kindness, as always.