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When Being Hyper-Controlling went Poorly for Me

October 22, 2017 by Minnesota Mom Filed Under: Motherhood, Spiritual Growth 8 Comments

Or: The Mom I was vs. the Mom I am, 20 years and 7 kids later.

 

Warning: This story comes with a moral attached and gets a little bit…raw at times. If you do not wish to profit from my hard-earned wisdom, (ha), or feel uncomfortable dealing with difficult themes, here’s a cute kitty meme:

Kitty Bootcamp

Now scoot, ‘cause some shit’s about to fly.

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Hi, my name is Margaret, and I was once a helicopter mom.

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I wouldn’t let my firstborn play in the grass—too dirty, too many germs, you know?—and when I left him with a babysitter for the very first time, I gave her four pages of notes in case of an emergency.

(She herself was a mom of three and I remember distinctly her wry smile.)

I interrogated the woman in the YMCA daycare, asking if she sanitized the toys regularly. Later, I worried about the other kids on his baseball team, the other kids (and counselors) at summer camp, and the other girls in his confirmation class!

In short, I worried about everything.

Impossibly I tried to control it all.

 

I’ve since learned that, despite my best efforts, I can’t always proFox and Houndtect my kids from unpleasant things and/or hidden dangers. Inevitably there will be something that “gets” them.

Disney’s Fox and the Hound, for example?

The Fox and the Hound was not my friend.

 

You see, I thought that since it was such a cute little movie, I could put it on for the kids and go about my very merry way. What I didn’t realize (and didn’t know until much later) was that it would give my son nightmares for years to come.

I’m referring to that scene with the bear.

That scene with the bear scared the crap out of him.

 

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And rightly so.

***

Fast forward 15 years. The son in question (not the highly protected and over-coddled firstborn but Son Number 2, the one I scarred for life with that godawful bear) is now a United States Marine.

And suddenly I’m realizing how much worse it could get.

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He joined the Marines as a high school senior; in fact, we had to sign the papers because he was 17. “How did you feel about that?” people ask me, and I tell them, “It didn’t matter!” It was his decision–who he was called to be–and as his mom, I chose to support him.

Which doesn’t mean I didn’t worry…a lot…but then I had an awakening.

I’m talking about a literal waking, as in I woke to the sound of someone throwing up. You know the audible cues, I’m sure—the throttled bark, the retching cough, the ultimate gurgle and gush and splat—but what I didn’t expect was the extent of the damage, as in, my 7-year-old leaned over the side of his bunk bed and his 17-year-old brother was sleeping underneath.

Let’s just say the puke hit the fan.

There was vomit everywhere—not on Big Brother, thankfully, but on all of Big Brother’s stuff.  His wallet, his cell phone, his school books & papers…there was even a stream of puke that went into his shoes.

(Note to teenagers: Let this be a lesson! Put your personal effects away!)

Not surprisingly, Big Brother got mad.

Are you kidding? He was seething.

And so I rushed to clean the puke-riddled room because that’s what a mother does, right? We hurry in to make amends; we desperately seek to restore the peace, especially when younger siblings risk losing life & limb at the hands of their 17-year-old brother. As I cleaned (and cleaned…and cleaned) I had a lot of quiet time for musing. My little boy (aka the puker) had been transplanted into the recliner in our bedroom while Big Brother was brooding in the dark downstairs.

The main thought I had was this: Detachment.

I was struck by the impermanence of life.

The tears were streaming down my face at that point because I knew that as much as I wanted to protect my son—from bad friends, scary movies and puke in his shoes—I couldn’t.

And—I’m going to just put this out there—I can’t protect him from one day dying…either on the battlefield or safe at home in his bed.

***

There are places where the mind shouldn’t go unless it positively has to. Sufficient this day are the crosses thereof, and honest to God, we do not ask for them! Yet still they come. Why waste our time worrying about the unknown when we’ve got the tangible here & now?

Again, sometimes people ask me, “How do you feel about your son joining the Marines?”

It doesn’t matter how I feel!  Feelings are highly overrated.

The fact is, there are bad guys out there who want to hurt us, and my son is able & willing to go kick their ass. (Don’t be shocked; those are his words, not mine.)  What’s more, after the massacre at the concert in Las Vegas, I’m glad my son knows how to shoot a gun! Those are hard words to type and hard words to read, I know. War is hell—and war is proof that we live in a fallen world—but where would we be without our soldiers?

My father fought in WWII. I told him, “Boy, Dad, those Japanese were mean!”

“Well, yeah!” he responded. “They were shooting at us!”

***

So no, I’m not the hyper-controlling mom I once was because now I know I’m not in control. Heck, I don’t want to be, because the more “in control” that I demand I am, the less inner peace I have.

Veterans Memorial II

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***

 

Hope and pray...but do not worry. Those are the words of St. Padre Pio who, coincidentally, was Second Son’s confirmation saint. I do still worry (and sometimes I cry) but I’m more at peace than I’ve ever been because I’ve given every last battle over to God.

Hope, pray and do not worry.

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Lean heavily on the angels and the saints.

 

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  1. Lesley says

    October 22, 2017 at 11:28 am

    O i wish i could. We are reeling from the loss of a nephew. My sons are distraught at the loss of their cousin and u cannot shield them from the pain and all i can scream is why

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    • Minnesota Mom says

      October 22, 2017 at 2:09 pm

      There are no words sometimes but please know that I will pray for your and your family. I am so very sorry.

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  2. Lynn marie says

    October 22, 2017 at 11:28 am

    Love this. You speak from your heart❤️

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  3. Mary says

    October 22, 2017 at 12:33 pm

    I think that most mothers can relate to this over-protectiveness. We just soooo want the best for our kiddos. And especially as they grow into teenagers and young adults, the consequences from mistakes can be life-altering–not just inconvenient or irritating. As a mother of six, I feel that there is sometimes a delicate balance between being over-protective and providing proper guidance. There has to be discipline and there have to be rules for children–or else we are not living up to our responsibilities as parents. Fortunately for us mothers-of-many, we are given more opportunities to “get it right.” 🙂

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  4. Maura says

    October 22, 2017 at 1:17 pm

    Oh Margaret such beautiful truths you have written. Releasing your child and putting trust in God and HIS plan is the hardest thing for a mother to do. When we don’t our lives and nerves wind up to be such a twisted mess. God Bless you and your son for his sacrifice.

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  5. Maggie says

    October 25, 2017 at 3:01 pm

    “Hope, pray and do not worry”. That has been my mantra these past 8 months. My beautiful, beautiful daughter moved out a month after her 18th birthday to live with her boyfriend and hang out in prodigal land. I have found out in no uncertain terms that the only thing I can control is me. I am continuing to learn to take each day, each moment as it comes and deal with only that. If I let my mind wander to the what ifs, it makes it impossible to hold onto to the hope that my daughter will someday leave the land of the enemy and come home to the true freedom found in Christ. All I have right now is the belief that God loves her infinitely better than I ever can and that he knows her heart and knows what it will take to soften it. A year ago, I would have never in a million years believed that my daughter would be making these choices. Our children do not come with guarantees no matter how much we love them.

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  6. Lisa says

    November 15, 2017 at 11:36 am

    Here is a great article for a Catholic soldier. (And Gladiator…if it is on Netflix perhaps? 😉 -though it has some problematic themes such as revenge as virtue-however as you said strong Catholic soldiers know the difference between kicking ass and serving.) Scarred for life? Hardly. That gawdawful bear can now be viewed and reflected upon as he is, pure evil. Just as Cinderella in original Grimm form reveals those moments of ugliness (the beautiful step sisters cut off their heels to force the fitting forpetesake! And Cinder was not a pretty as the stepsisters, but beautiful purity wins in the end.) Disney did a good job of twisting the purity vs evil theme but Fox and Hound actually got it right, Margaret. Don’t you dare let your mommy guilt get in the way of seeing. Natural order demanded Copper and Tod become enemies even though they made a pact as infants they would always be best friends. But when the bear attacked Copper, what did Tod do? And in the end, the two do not live happily ever after because natural law does not allow for this to happen. Thank goodness, Disney didn’t mess this up! Just as Augustine teaches us, our memories are there for a reason. What seemed to “scar” us a children reveal a much different lesson as adults if we will let our memories work as they are intended to and reform us.

    Your home is a good, Catholic home. It’s not perfect, but our faith just not strive for perfection. It strives for UNITY. Just as your son defends and ensures the unity of the states we practice our faith in. Find the real lesson in that bear and move forward in truth and goodness because what you taught your son, is that evil is real and the good wins in the end, even if evil causes nightmares.

    Stoicism is taught as master resilience in the military and this is good. (Especially when those who are on the receiving end realize each man is totally responsible for his deeds because he acquiesces to the circumstances that produced them-as you touched on with your lesson to teens.)

    God bless you Margaret.

    https://people.creighton.edu/~wos87278/Stephens/rebirth_of_stoicism.htm

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  7. Laura says

    December 2, 2017 at 5:37 am

    This is a wonderful piece of wisdom. And what a great looking young man!!!!

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