Time and Parenthood

Parts of me get lost in time.

Today my children are teenagers, and yet some night when one is at a sleepover and the other is staying with my ex-wife, I have the horrible feeling that my children at ages 2 and 4 are crying for me somewhere in the shadows of time. In that old house on 27th Street where we had to replace the entire sewer pipe from the house to the city main line. In the always-cold apartment near the base of Pike’s Peak. In an upstairs bedroom of the house near an air base where we saw the foxes in our backyard.

When my kids spend the summer with their other mom in California, some acquaintance or colleague will ask, “Isn’t it hard? Don’t you miss them?”

“I miss them all of the time, even when they are here,” I answer.

I miss my son and daughter at all of the ages they have been. Moment to moment they evolve and grow, discard old things and incorporate new ones. Every day brings a new face that I get to know and, later, get to miss.

Here is what I mean: I miss the version of my son that was obsessed with ceiling fans. The one that said “crocky-dile”. The one that loved piggy back rides. The one that climbed everything–the higher the better–at the park. The one that’s a crack shot and excellent marksman on video games.

Here is what I mean: I miss the version of my daughter that wanted to be held most of the time. The one that loved a plastic plesiosaur named “Poky”. The one that sang and danced constantly. The one that invents her fashion style on her terms.

They change, but each version remains in my memory, similar but evolving, new but still consistent. Although I miss the many people they have been already, none of it is lost because I was there and I remember.

the moments make you

the secret to getting up this morning and going to the gym:

don’t think about it.

hit autopilot and go.

do not plan, do not talk yourself in

or out

of it. get up,

do the next thing,

do the next thing,

and the next, and you will

be at the gym. this is one time when the details slow you down.

your workout is not about

all of the workouts

you will ever have. it is about the

five minute warm up

the incline

the 30                                                                     or 60                                                 or 90 second

bursts of speed.

it is about holding the plank for another 10 seconds.

it is about doing the reps.

it is about this 5 minutes, then another and another.

at no point is it about the 30, 40, 60 minutes as a whole. and it

definitely

isn’t

about

tomorrow’s

workout.

the details can get in the way but the moments make you.

how to handle tuesday: a list

have dinner, but not until after 6 pm otherwise it’s too much time between dinner and bedtime which means more time to resist snacking

journal about your life, your day, your hopes dreams fears habits embarrassments

read your books

update your reading app to show how many pages you have progressed in said books

fantasize about the weekend

play a board game with your daughter

give yourself a break from the divorce papers for one night at least

nest in your bed while watching “tiktoks with vine energy” collections on youtube

get high without shame

do half of a yoga video on youtube, stopping because your wrists get sore at the same rate that your shoulders uncoil and tension leaks out

scroll instagram for visual candy but stop before you become discontent or numb

remember to put your phone on charge and turn off the light before you fall asleep at 9:30 pm because you are too relaxed and too tired to keep your eyes open

Love Is Not a Video Game

Good morning! I have some really good news: 

You cannot make anyone love you!

You cannot trick, glamour, coerce, or earn love from people. The secret word or magic sigil movement does not exist that will unlock the love inside people. There is nothing to read or study about another person in order to be someone they can love. And if anyone in your life acted like love was something you had to bow, scrape, research, or earn as a reward, they were using you. 

If this is already apparent to you, then I am thrilled that you are in a healthy place with loving relationships. It’s something to celebrate because many of us don’t learn this until later, if ever, in life. Up until two nights ago, I thought–no, that’s not right. There was no thought in it. Up until two nights ago, I believed without examination that it was my responsibility to be a person who could be loved. That to love and be loved, I was responsible for being loveable, finding the words that fit the lock, being magical, buying the love somehow with my words, thoughts, and actions.

I can only imagine how this looked to the people I love. Like trying to reimburse your friends for the birthday gifts they’ve given you? Like trying never to underwhelm or overwhelm others with your love and attention so as to avoid creating a debt? Like love and affection are levels in a video game requiring exquisite timing and perfect play in order to progress?

Love isn’t a video game. It isn’t perfect. It isn’t planned. There isn’t a series of correct steps. It isn’t an accounting either. The really good, top-shelf love isn’t concerned with a balanced ledger of debits and credits. Quid pro quo is not a relationship model.

Love is open to the unexpected, the messy, the imperfect. To wild gestures and quiet care. And I am thankful to everyone in my life who patiently, messily, imperfectly loved me until I figured this out. 

The Generosity of Polyamory

My last post was about being honest about yourself and how that can be polarizing. So let’s jump in, shall we?

 

Polyamory has a loaded history and generates extreme opinions in people. It’s been associated with swinging, open relationships, cheating, ethical non-monogamy, non-traditional families, etc. Many of these relationship expressions fit the Venn diagram for polyamory as they describe the ways that humans negotiate their sexual, emotional, and companionable relationships. I don’t care to deeply define polyamory here when *others have done a thorough and nuanced job of explaining its roots and current branches. 

Regardless of how you feel about polyamory or what it means to you, I want to focus on one of the biggest advantages I believe polyamory fosters and cultivates in its practitioners. 

Generosity in the face of greed

A friend of mine told a close family member that she was poly, and the family member remarkably took it in stride. “Ok, ok,” they said. “I think I understand, but isn’t that…greedy?” This is the unfortunate reaction that many people have to the idea of polyamory because we have been taught that love is a zero-sum game. If you give some of your love to someone else, there’s less for me. In such a scenario, we become love-misers, holding on to every scrap of affection as if it’s the last, anxious to corner the market with the people we love. If trying to lock down a steady supply of love that no one else can share isn’t greed, then I don’t know what is.

Scarcity mindsets never breed generosity or open-handedness, and a scarcity mindset about love is no different. The greediness here leads to asking too much of one person, requiring an individual to be your whole world when no one is a world in themselves. We need each other–I’m talking multiple people spanning diverse perspectives–to create the world we want to live in. That means I can’t demand of one person all of the interests, experiences, or affection that I desire.  

Generosity goes both ways

So you can have all the love you want from all the friends, lovers, and playmates you want. If you are someone who is skeptical of polyamory, that might indeed sound greedy. Especially if you are the person hearing that your partner wants more and wants it with other people. But the generosity of polyamory goes both ways if you are able to open your hands and let go of the restricted, controlling views you were taught about relationships and how you fit in them. 

No one person is my whole world. But the converse is also true: I do not have to provide an entire world out of myself to keep relationships with the people I love. The pressure is off to provide the human relationship equivalent of forests, oceans, reefs, mountains, and deserts. Instead, I spend my time and energy cultivating my corner of the world and cycling my interests and affections in and around those who delight in them. Freely. Believing that what I put into the world will come back to me, so there is no need to stockpile or cordon off myself or others. 

Generosity in love is not easy. I would never mislead you into thinking that. But it is empowering to define yourself as a whole and valuable person aside from your relationships. It is enriching to weave affection throughout the lives of friends and lovers while avoiding expectations no one person can fulfill. It is an exquisite joy to open your hand and find the world in it.

 

 

* For in-depth reading on polyamory and ethical non-monogamy, look for The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy and More Than Two by Eve Rickert and Franklin Veaux.