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5 Lessons for the Highly Sensitive, Empathic Parent who’s Struggling.

For me, parenting has been a constant evolution of epiphanies, with a cliff-steep learning curve.

Early parenting was particularly brutal for me—partly because parenting is challenging, and partly because of how I’m wired.

If I could start my parenting journey all over again, knowing what I know now, here’s what I’d do differently to cause myself less suffering:

Ask for more help. Without even realizing it, I bought into the cultural cognition that as a mother, I should be able to “do it all.” Add to that belief that I’m a highly sensitive, empathic, and stubborn person who struggles to accept help—even when it’s handed to me on a glistening platter—and I was sunk. If I could get a redo on the early years of parenting, I’d ask for much more help from my husband, my parents, and the good folks at the gym daycare. I’d understand that my kids deserve a mom who takes excellent care of her body, mind, and spirit, not one who thinks she has to give up her self-care and passions because she’s now a mom.

Stop trying to fix your kid. My son was a colicky, unhappy baby. To try and “fix” him, I spent hours upon hours Googling about allergies to breast milk, I went on a crazy elimination diet that left me dizzy and gaunt, I spent money on colic tinctures, homeopaths, osteopaths, and sleep consultations, and I even hauled in a poopy diaper for my son’s pediatrician to examine. (I’m sorry, Dr. T.) I was a new mom, struggling with postpartum depression and sleep deprivation, trying desperately to fix my son. As it turns out, he wasn’t broken. Like me, my son has a sensitive nervous system, and none of my obsessing could’ve changed that—it just made me feel crazy, and it cost a lot of money.

Ease up on the whole “attachment parenting” thing. As a crunchy, perfectionistic, empathic soul, attachment parenting—which promotes, among other things, breastfeeding, baby-wearing, and co-sleeping—spoke to me. But what I heard it saying was, “Meet your baby’s every need, and ignore your own.” I don’t think this is the message that attachment parenting proponents intend to promote, but it’s the one I picked up. Over time, I realized that I was naturally deeply attached to each of my kids. I didn’t need to adhere to every facet of a parenting style to ensure that, and criticizing myself when I veered away from some attachment parenting principles caused me a lot of anguish.

Make my own emotional regulation a priority. This is a huge for me. Trying to stay calm while tiny humans cry for hours or toss tantrums around like discarded socks is exhausting, and, at least for me, impossible. Until I became a parent, I thought I was a patient person. As it turns out, a steady stream of poopsplosions, tattered sleep, and tantrums can wear down even those with saint-like patience. If I could rewind, I’d go back and create a meditation practice for my postpartum self. I’d slather myself in lavender oil and get to yoga classes on the regular—without guilt.

Stop taking on my children’s emotions. I get easily overwhelmed by my children’s unpleasant emotions. I used to take each fall and tantrum so seriously, so personally, that I was actually experiencing my kids’ emotions with them. Which is, to say the least, exhausting and unproductive. As parents, we’re wired to be attuned to our kid’s emotions. There’s a reason the sound of our crying baby bothers us—it’s nature’s way of ensuring that we take care of our babies instead of feeding them to the dingoes. But it took me a long time to realize that, as a responsive parent, I wasn’t actually helping any of us by taking on my kids’ feelings. In fact, I was probably making things worse by reacting—upset kids do best when their parents remain calm and steady, at least on the outside.

Changing this pattern is uncomfortable. I’m so used to responding to my kids in an empathic way that trying to keep a worried look off my face when my daughter bumps into a chair, or modulating my own voice when my son raises his, feels strangely detached.

It’s hard to remember my children are separate people from me, having their own unique experience. But it’s the truth, and when I can remember that and respond accordingly, I’m actually a better mom.

I can’t go back and repeat the early years of parenting—thank goodness. My kids are in elementary school now, but it turns out it’s not too late to apply these lessons. I’ll be working on things like learning to ask for help, accepting that my kids are on their own paths, and improving my emotional regulation for the duration.

 

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Muriel Hammer Feb 9, 2018 2:14am

It is amazing to me how much this article resonated with me and my Kids are near or in their 40’s! I think the blessing of age is the ability to look back on my child rearing years and realize how complicated I made those years by always trying to prove my worth as a mother. Now at 66 I realize my obsession to do everything “right” ( not sure by whose standards!) actually sucked most of the enjoyment out of those years. I thoroughly enjoyed this article and wish I could have a “ do over”!

Megan Sabrina Feb 8, 2018 6:51am

The last one has been especially challenging-not taking on your kids' emotions and staying calm in the midst of their personal tragedies. It's easy to take tantrums personally and forget that kids are just being kids. It seems, for me, that when overwhelmed by their struggles, it becomes difficult not to take complete responsibility for trying to manage their emotions rather than allowing them the space to learn to manage their own. Another big personal parenting lesson I've learned: your children are not going to always validate your parental decisions, especially in the heat of the moment, even if you explain it to them and it makes logical sense. It's a delicate balance between being sympathetic to their plight yet setting firm boundaries with confidence. The explanation can come later when every one is more calm, if it's age appropriate and worth discussing. Doesn't necessarily mean you won't still be seen as the a-hole parent. Can't take it personally.

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Lynn Shattuck

Lynn Shattuck lives in Portland, Maine with her husband and two young children. Lynn is currently writing a memoir about her brother’s death. She writes about grief, parenting, imperfection, spirit, and truth telling—you can connect with her through her website or find her on Facebook.