In this post I tried to share a parent’s exhilaration and gratitude at the sound of a toilet being flushed! I fully understand if you are confused and I invite you to step into my shoes by reading along…ACCEPTANCE!
Have you or your children struggled with the impact of school bullying? How did it impact your/their/your families life/lives? Can you recall the first sign of recovery and how it made you feel?
Welcome to Monday’s memory lane where I share an old post…
In this post I considered the word “Measure”…
A common noun, a thing, a word with a lot of meanings such as the size or quantity of something. It can also mean a unit of size or quantity, such as the size of our home or the quantity or amount of friends we are blessed with. Measure can also mean extent, the range over which something extends; its area, such as the ground our home covers or the extent to which we can depend on our friends or them on us. Measure can also mean action taken, law or even be applied to poetry as poeticalrhythm.
So if one word can have so many meanings and mean so many different things, surely, that’s all the more reason to be measured in the words we use and the things we say.
How often do we stop and measure what we are about to say before we rush headlong into saying it without thought of the consequences.
Has life always been measured or depending on your social standing, not measured at all? Are we either highly valued or of no value?
Do we measure ourselves only by comparing ourselves to others? I envy your attitude, your ability to remain positive in the face of adversity. What a measured put-down and denial of our own measure.
Just check out social media if you are unsure of how you measure yourself. To what extent is our success, popularity and acceptance measured by the number of likes, shares, followers and retweets achieved?
I’m not a professionally qualified Counsellor or expert on bullying but I am a mother who has gained knowledge and experienced of bullying through the lives of our two children.
I have as part of my Degree in Adult Education studied the Psychology of Adult Education and Counselling in Adult Education and found both of these extremely helpful in understanding and coping with the situation we found ourselves in.
Our journey through bullying and its after effects spanned two decades (2002 to 2018) and as a result I’d like to offer my support to other parents who struggle with the impact of bullying on their children.
In these posts I’ll try to share some insights we’ve gained. My first…
1. TAKE HEART.
If your child is suffering the effects of bullying and if it is having a negative impact on every member of your family, try to remain calm and show a capable front. I know how upset you feel. I know that the last thing you can comprehend is that it will all work out just fine. But trust me… with determination to support your child, and by practicing self-care, you will reach a place of peace and progression!
I know because we were there and now we’ve reached that place of peace and progression and learned a lot as a result. My son summed up his journey through bullying in a nice quote; you can read about it here…Bullying…”I am grateful for it all”…
I hope you find this helpful. And I hope to write more on the subject of bullying.
Have you or your children experienced bullying? Is bullying still an issue for you or have you reached a place of peace and progression? Please feel free to share your experiences, it could help inform other parents, provide comfort or encourage somebody else through the distress of bullying.
I realised the reason why I have to follow my heart and try to begin a conversation about bullying. I realised the reason I can’t stand back is because…
“The song I came to sing is left unsung. I spent my life stringing and unstringing my instrument.” Rabindranath Tagore.
And today I also found myself learning that I can’t let embarrassment of my wounds hold me back because…
“Nobody escapes being wounded. We are all wounded people, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. The main question is not, ‘How can we hide our wounds?’ so we don’t have to be embarrassed, but ‘How can we put our woundedness in the service of others?’ When our wounds cease to be a source of shame, and become a source of healing, we have become wounded healers.” Professor and theologian Henri Nouwen.
Are you holding back from you song? Will you trust enough to sing your song? Will you hide your wounds or use them in the service of others? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Today I’m taking a minute to savor the feeling of warm summer air on my skin. Have you ever paid attention to what warm air feels like on your skin?
We are having temperatures that are way higher than average for this time of year. We’ve had some days reach 30 degrees. This is our hottest summer in 100 years. I don’t think I can ever remember wearing summer clothes for so long. This is so out of the ordinary for Ireland. Our summer’s are usually a few days of sunshine mixed with cooler rainy days. A blue sky without rain-clouds is a rare sight! I can’t remember ever feeling our house so warm indoors, from early morning to last thing at night. Our windows and doors are flung open trying to generate a draught. Cooking over a hot cooker is a big no-no! I’ve never eaten so many light, healthy salads. We are eating breakfast and supper outdoors and it’s even too warm to eat dinner outside, we have to eat inside.
The warm air feels so healthy on my bare arms, my freckles are multiplying and I can’t stop looking up at the bright, cloudless blue sky thinking “Shur i have Spain at home!” I feel carefree!
Recently while on holiday, I practiced my ‘Just One Minute Monday’ as we walked to the shops for our groceries. My son and his girlfriend were walking in front of me, the shops were a ten minute walk each way. The average temperature from 10am to 8pm was 30 degrees. It wasn’t an easy walk in that heat. I’m not into counting steps and I don’t own a step counter but lots of people exercise now by counting their steps and increasing the number of steps they take daily.
I thought about the amount we walk everyday and particularly the pace we have become accustomed to.
I wondered how often do we actually slow down our steps? Have you ever even noticed how fast you walk? Do you constantly rush from one task to the next? Because I was on holiday I paused and focused on my steps. I slowed down my steps. I noticed the inclines and the declines.
I listened to the sound our steps made. I felt my heart rate slow its pace. I felt grateful for those moments, those steps I was able to enjoy in the company of two young adults.
When have you last paid attention to how fast you walk? Have you ever deliberately focused on your steps? Maybe today is the day to focus one minute on your footsteps.