Good Fences…

I’ve been thinking and researching a lot about boundaries over the past year, especially as they pertain to family. Some reflections on my findings…in all honesty, it’s kind of a letter to myself.

A boundary is a definitive place you establish to show where your responsibility ends and the other person’s begins. Healthy boundaries prevent you from doing for others what they should do for themselves. You can’t complain about someone crossing that line if you fail to establish it. Love and boundaries are parallels, not opposites. Setting boundaries is not giving up on someone, it is not turning your back. Boundaries are not a lack of forgiveness. Boundaries are the healthiest action we can take to ensure pain and hurt end and the opportunity for a new, healthy relationship has a chance to grow from forgiveness. Setting boundaries is not a rigid act carried out in anger or haste just because someone you love has made a few mistakes. We all make mistakes and love, grace and forgiveness should always be the first step when someone we love has done wrong. That said, if the one you love continues these “mistakes” to the point where they become chronic behaviors that cause you pain and take advantage of your love, grace and forgiveness, it’s time to re-evaluate the health of the relationship. Boundaries communicate to the one we love, “Your choices and behaviors continue to hurt me and I don’t accept it any longer. I love you, but I love me too.” Boundaries protect you both.

Perhaps you’ve heard the saying, “You can’t force a person to respect you, but you can refuse to be disrespected.” Or this one, “A lack of boundaries invites a lack of respect.” How true is that!? I firmly believe that the degree to which we are respected has to do with two things, how we treat and respect others and the treatment we allow from others. One of my favorite little nuggets of wisdom from Maya Angelou, “When other people show you who they are, believe them!” When someone you love shows you who they really are by the unhealthy behavior they continue to choose, don’t ignore it, in doing so you are essentially giving them your blessing! People only treat you one way, the way you allow them.

Though difficult, establishing boundaries is not goodbye, boundaries are not quitting, boundaries are essential markers in relationships by which we say, “This is where I allow love, trust, respect, hope and reciprocation in my life. Abuse, lies, betrayal, active addiction, excuses, etc., remain outside.” It is perfectly acceptable to establish boundaries while maintaining an active hope that the relationship can begin anew at some point in the future. I like how the author explains it in the book Beyond Boundaries. This “new relationship” has the best chance of developing if the one you love confesses his/her wrong, takes ownership of their mistakes, shows genuine remorse and changed behavior long-term. “The degree to which these things are evident – or absent – is the degree to which you can feel safe about trusting this individual again.” – Townsend

If establishing boundaries prompts the person to walk away, let them go. Don’t chase unhealthy people. Remember, you can’t force someone to respect you. It is better to know where you stand, and stand in health and safety, than to continue in a relationship where the other person will not participate unless they are allowed to walk all over you. Don’t ever take a fence down until your loved one knows why it was put up, doing so simply allows what is wrong to continue. Taking a boundary down prematurely is giving permission to the other individual to continue as they were and certain destruction will follow.

Lastly, in spite of all the hurt you may have experienced and even continue to feel after boundaries are erected, always, always, always walk in love, grace, humility and compassion. Don’t trade pain for pain, hurt for hurt, insult for insult. If this is a struggle for you, remember, sometimes silence is the loudest message.

Summer Slump

At times I imagine I’m capable of being all cavalier and professing I have no shame in humbly admitting my failings as a parent. Alas, this would make me a liar, liar pants on fire.  The reality is, I’ve never been so afraid of failing at anything in my life as I am with this gig, being a mom. I lose sleep. Lots of sleep. I have whiskey in the pantry and my Bible by the bed. I cannot. mess. this. up. And yet, I do. Daily. Now you know.

While there’s not been bloodshed, say for the droplets from my own eyes that I’ve just poked out of my head, it has reached a fever pitch here at the Cole House. If whining and nit-picking were an Olympic sport, we’d take gold. Solid 24K. It’s maddening. No, no, that’s not accurate. It makes me apoplectic. (Grab your Webster’s.  No here, let me help: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/apoplectic). I can handle arguing, I can handle yelling, I can even handle the occasional brawl.  But the acutely self-absorbed mentality that has afflicted my children of late, I cannot do. And why, you ask, have they been recently plagued with this solipsism? (Here ya go: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/solipsistic) Because I messed up, that’s why.  Yep, it was me who unwittingly invited this horror into our home.

It happened last week.  I was chatting with a friend.  I let loose and boasted with reckless abandon! “Well, we’ve just had a really great Summer so far, the kids are getting along swimmingly!” At the time, thunderous laughter erupted in the heaven’s, I thought it was my children frolicking upstairs. But, no, it was fate peeing its pants at my brazen display of ignorance.  And so, here we are.  The tables have turned flipped violently. I don’t even know my children anymore.  Who are these people in my house!??  Selfish! Mean! Demanding! Rude! I won’t have it! You don’t want to share your Legos? FINE!  Then yer gonna have to shove ‘em where the sun don’t shine cuz I don’t ever want to see them AGAIN! (No, no, I would never say that. Not within earshot of the children anyway.) Your hotdog is cold? Ooopsy, sorry mama failed to hit reheat on the micro over and over while you enjoyed Minecraft! EAT. YOUR. DOG!

And so, I confess the error of my ways. I eat my humble pie with a whiskey chaser. When my kids return to normal, and they will, I vow to NEVER again boast at good behavior.  I will keep it secret.  I will build a mote around the sanctity that is a quiet household.  I will sit by the window with my cup of tea and relish privately in the peace.  And when my neighbors drive by and see me smiling with my Earl Grey, I will scream wildly and duck to the floor!  Because never again will I invite this curse into my home!