What Anger Really Looks Like

Writing has always been a special kind of therapy for me. Regardless of whether people read what I write, it has always been a place where I could escape and clear my thoughts and make them concise and offer myself clarity. Writing helps me sift through the junk that clutters my mind, and delve into what I am truly thinking and feeling behind everything that clouds my perceptions.
However, there is something that is weighing so heavily on me, that I cannot seem to begin to process what it is that is so bothersome. It's just this dark, heavy cloud that has made its home surrounding me. I can't see around it, above it, below it, or through it. It's just there. It's existence is making me crazy. But more than that, the fact that I can't articulate exactly what is embedded in this cloud is what is truly frustrating.
This has been a very challenging week for our family. Everyone has times like this in their lives whether you are raising children or not. But it has seemed exponentially worse this week than the normal "hard day." Our children, as wonderful as they are, have made life more complicated. What I mean by this is, they have some very real needs. Trying to determine how to meet those needs, and failing time and time again, and not being able to help them is both frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. And please, I am not even going to get into the exhausting piece of trying to solve this intricate puzzle with constantly shifting pieces.
What I will say is that Mark and I have been seeking counsel from those that love us and love our boys, daily. We are trying strategies to help them, some offer respite for a moment, others fail miserably. But we are trying. And we will never cease trying to meet each of their needs so they feel loved and secure.
But...and there is a big, fat, BUT...last night I read a blog that a mother had written about tools she uses to help her child process her anger. The example she used was her daughter calling her sister a "stupid egghead." (You can read the blog here.) For a long time I couldn't even dignify this blog with a response. That was her example of a child with "anger issues." Now, this may be what is challenging to this husband and wife. To have a little name calling may be what exacerbates them in their home. From a parent whose child actually struggles with real anger, I perceived this blog as petty, and felt as though it undermined and trivialized what we, and many other families, actually go through.
I know that people will say I shouldn't take this woman's blog so personally. Or that I should be gracious because she is struggling too in her own way with her child. And yet, I still can't comprehend that what she considers challenging would be like a vacation day for us.
For years, and years, and years we have been working with one of our children who, at times, has an explosive temper. Screaming, growling, irate, out of control, can't calm down, sobbing meltdowns that can last over an hour. My child who is known for his kindness, and recognized by his teachers as one of the most caring and considerate children they know, far beyond that of most children his age...can become so frustrated with himself that he loses his ability to take a deep breath and walk away. His anger is directed at himself more often than not. He punches himself. Screams that he is so stupid. Won't let others help him. Can't begin to see reason beyond his emotions.
Yesterday, I ended up picking him up from school because it wasn't beneficial for him, or anyone else, to stay there. He couldn't be redirected. He couldn't focus. He couldn't pull it together.
And while I agree that the woman's 2 strategies in her blog are good, and meaningful...I do not see them as anything more than laying a foundation that my child will, hopefully, one day draw from in his moments of frustration. Yes, pray first. Yes, your hands and mouth are to be used for good, not evil.
But when you have a child that truly struggles with his anger. That hates himself when he fails. That is a perfectionist to the "t" and can't allow himself any room for error...well, those 2 strategies aren't going to be enough. And developmentally, I am not even sure that abstract concepts like this would be understandable at this age.
So there it is...a mildly, albeit, disjointed post about anger.
I don't have all the answers. I can tell you we are working on them, along with a wonderful counselor, that is trying to help our beautiful son see himself in a kinder light than he sees himself.  We are taking deep breaths daily and trusting that God has a plan for our child. Seeing His goodness flow through him 95% of the time, and working our way though the other 5% that's a minefield. And acknowledging that just because it is hard, and we want to cry, does not mean we have a lack of faith. To the contrary...we are constantly reminded of our ever growing, and desperate need, for our Savior.
To other parents with children you want to rescue from the mires of anger, you are not alone,
The Joyful and Tired Mom

Real Stress Regarding Youth Sports

Two days in a row. Holy cow folks, it's a new record! Have I blown your socks off yet?! I'm trying to sit down and gather my thoughts, but it's difficult with my boys in the background farting on one another. But I will persevere!

This morning I woke up and started reading an article about youth sports (you can read the article here). The expectation, attention, and time we spend focused on youth sports, and specializing in sports at such a young age is astounding, and for me, heart breaking...for both parents and children. It is not like it used to be.

I loved growing up and playing any and every game I wanted to play. It was so much fun! I don't remember who scored goals in soccer. I do remember I was terrible, that we ate oranges every half-time, that my dad was the coach, and that every year he named our team "The Force." I remember swimming every summer on the swim team with all of my very best friends. I don't remember who had the fastest times, or if I ever had a PR in the IM. But I do remember hanging over the end of the lane cheering for each of my friends, and they doing the same for me. I remember the city swim meet where we all gathered in the same spot year after year, with all the parents, and had the greatest day having fun with kids from all over the city. And I especially remember eating Jello powder before races for that extra burst of energy.

As I got older I was a cheerleader, ran cross country, and played lacrosse. As a freshman I decided to play lacrosse because my ex-boyfriend's mom said she would come to see me play if I made the team. I had never played before. I walked onto the team, discovered I was fairly good, became best defensive player of the year, went on to play in college, and loved team meals that my mom and Sue Sanders hosted time and time again, eating spinach bagels at the Faila's, and laughing together and building friendships that are still strong 20 years later.

My senior year I decided to run cross country. I had never run for a team. However, I didn't want to get a job in the fall so I decided to run just to get out of working! I walked on to the team, as a senior I ran JV the entire year, and it was the greatest experience I had in high school. The friendships that were born from this team are friendships I can't even describe. We were together 7 days a week. We couldn't get enough of being around one another. Supporting each other. The parents became close friends with one another. Through this season of togetherness there wasn't an intensity of competition for many of us. There was for the Varsity runners, but even still, the focus for many of us was friendship, fun, being a part of something greater than ourselves. It was awesome. I will forever be grateful that I had the opportunity to try my hand at something new when I was 17. Those relationships changed my life, and continue to bless me today.

The problem I find today with youth sports is the hyper drive to compete and be the best. But while many assume parents are just driven to have their child earn a scholarship in college, I don't necessarily agree. Many of us are finding that if our children aren't competing at the top level of youth athletics when our children are in 3rd grade and up, then our children can't begin compete in middle school or high school. When we want our child to desperately be a part of a team, have fun, and experience camaraderie with people that have the same goals as them, it is a tough pill to swallow that the days of just walking onto a team to "give it a try" are gone. A child being good is no longer good enough. They need to be exceptional. And what we find in our community is many parents trying to help their child make a path for themselves in a world that is unkind. Give them the opportunities to be a part of something if they want to be.

So as a parent, my heart hurts for all of us. All of us breaking our backs to provide opportunities for our children. Opportunities that are 10 years in the future. For Mark and I, our children at this age aren't seen as great athletes. One son isn't an athlete now. One son is to some degree. One son loves all things sports. But one day our oldest may find that he loves to run, and wrestle, and play hard. My hope is that because he wasn't driven at 9 to be the best, he will still have the opportunity to play and be a part of a team if that's what he wants. For the other two rugrats, our hope is that with Mark and I unable to spend the money to travel and stay in hotels, and pay for elite teams for them, that we are not robbing them of future opportunities to compete in middle school and high school athletics if they want to.

The pressure is astounding. I do not pass judgment on parents. We all want what's best for our children. However, youth sports has become a monstrous beast. We are all in this crazy, fast moving current, and until people choose to jump out of the river, and stop trying to "keep up" and survive, nothing will change. But my hope is that enough parents will say "enough", and we can go back to the days where parents aren't breaking the bank and emptying out their retirement so their 9 year old can play for a travel baseball team.

Hoping this is a coherent piece considering my boys rolled around at my feet like cats while I wrote this,

The Joyful and Tired Mom

 

Having fun at the City Meet. Clearly, we are very focused on our competition.

Our team placed 3rd, but we had more fun than anyone!

I couldn't tumble, but my arms were sharp and I always smiled. That's how I was put on the cheerleading squad.

Junior Year Cheering. Some of my best friends to this day. P.S. I still couldn't do a hand spring.

My very best friends made while running cross country. And they are still some of the most integral parts of my life, and the lives of my family.
JV3!

 

 

 

Go Bobcats. Never went to a lacrosse camp. Decided to just try it in high school. Ended up playing for a Division I college.

 

After an early morning reunion run with xc friends, we still couldn't spend enough time together at our reunion.

 

 

Baby Steps

I often think that I just don't have time to do anything significant with my days. And if the truth be told, many times I don't. Or rather, I am doing things that are significant for everyone else, like feeding them, keeping them in clean clothes, protecting them from their own stupidity...you know, little things. But for me, I feel as though this longing I have in my soul to write and teach and share, this thirst, is never satisfied. I always claim in my mind that I don't have time.
Then this afternoon my parents took the boys on a day date with them and we have been alone for almost 5 hours. I walked 6 miles, talked to a few friends on the phone, ate leftovers for dinner, wrote a lengthy email to a friend, read the bible, watched the rest of an episode of Psych, got ready for bed, washed my face, started reading a book, and then started piddling on facebook, pinterest, yummly, and other time-suckers. I was feeling very dissatisfied. And then I lifted up this prayer, "Lord, I have enough time in my day to do all you ask of me. Why am I making excuses? Why is it so hard for me to start something? What am I supposed to do?"
That is when I grabbed the computer and decided that regardless of if I have something earth shattering/mountain moving to share I am still going to write. I want to believe that this daily habit I hope to become disciplined in, is preparation for something God has in store for me in the future.
He is moving in our lives. We are excited. And we want to continue to listen to His soft voice.
Today at church our pastor was talking about ways God can speak to us. I began thinking how so many people tell me I should write a book; or that Mark and I should write one together. I laugh, but it is the longing in my heart...to write a book that people will read, and be encouraged and empowered. How am I to expect that a wonderful book deal would easily fall into my lap, if I have not taken the baby steps to one day reach that calling? Maybe God has been speaking through others to encourage me to start actively putting one foot in front of the other and just write.
I just always want what I write to be received well. But when much of your day consists of weiner and butt jokes, I'm not sure how far that message in a broken world will carry me!
Brace yourself for penis jokes,
The Joyful and Tired Mom

A Big Announcement

I am so excited to finally write this! The Allen's are moving!!!  Where? Good question...here's the relatively short answer:
Several months ago Mark and I began discussing moving. We had had a very swift and drastic change of heart and mind about the direction we wanted to take our family. For those that believe God speaks to us still today, you can appreciate this...others may think I am a total whack-job (I'm ok with that-I'm sure people have said worse-ha!). We believe that God placed this desire in our hearts, there is no other explanation for this. He led us in thoughtful discussions and decision making. And we chose in September that we would move.
However, we don't know where yet! I know this sounds crazy; but let me explain why we are at peace with the unknown right now.
In the book of Genesis God tells Abraham to leave his home and He would then take him to the land He is giving him. Abraham had to act on faith, and then God took him to his new land. If we believe that God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, like scripture tells us, then why would we believe that this isn't something he would ask of us today.
A few months ago this scripture popped into my mind, and it seems to be what we keep coming back to as we try to make decisions about where to move? What house to buy? Land or no land? Small or big? Old or new? As my realtor so lovingly said to me, "Lindsey, you are insane right now! You're all over the map!" And he's right. And I firmly believe it is because God has not made it clear what the next step of our journey will be, and so we can't decide.  And so we wait.
In the meantime, my incredible parents have opened their home to all of us to live with them until we know the "where" in this next part of our family's journey.
We want to stay close., but we will be leaving our amazing school district. We know things need to change for us if we want to live a life that honors God with our finances, our time, and our talents.
So here we are, stepping out in faith to go where God has called us to go. We are excited! We are working hard to get our house ready for the next family that will move here and make wonderful memories for themselves.
We can't wait to share more as God continues to lead us. No one has ever said following him would not require sacrifice. But anyone who follows Him can tell you it is worth it. He is worth it.

Onto the Next Adventure,
The Joyful and Tired Mom

 

Kids reactions:
Zachary-"Yes, we finally get cable!" And, "I want Uncle Matt's old room."
Drew-"Can I bring my desk?" And, "I want to move tomorrow."
Nate-Does it really matter? He would be angry no matter what.