Good Mornthing!
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blissmorganI almost wordflubbed and fucked up another relationship. Almost. I reshared, on the book of Faces, one of those brief little images with sentences on, this one having to do with how when you judge you reveal an unhealed part of yourself. A friend made a (rightfully) bitter comment about all their unhealedness due to judging people for their bigotry, and I responded by saying that healing a wound like that requires getting rid of what's reopening the wound. Their response was shockedface and a comment that what I said was not at all what they were expecting. In retrospect, I can definitely see how it would look like I said my friend should be got rid of. I clarified that I meant that bigotry needs to be eradicated in order for that wound to heal, not that they need to stop judging people for it.
As it turns out, they were expecting me to respond with something about turning the other cheek or being the bigger person, and that my response was, rather than an anaesthesia to deaden their pain, an antiseptic that was stingingly helpful, as "sometimes the wound requires additional cleaning." We then discussed how the inciting image seems to be meant to work on an individual level, but falls down when it comes to societal-level wounds, and the importance of nuance and context in discussion and the big lack of such in these little 1-2 sentences-on-an-image thing that tend to proliferate rapidly across social networks with easy reblogging and image share capacity.
The interaction could possibly gone a whole different and unpleasant direction at several different points, but for the fact that this friend and I both made the effort to clarify ourselves and understand each other properly. It would have been so easy to recline into the couch of assumptions and from there be butthurt or vituperative. Instead, we reserved judgement in favor of seeking greater understanding.
This is not a set of thoughts with which I expected to begin my Monday, but here we are, and I have this exquisite little pang of hope.
~~~
In the more mundane and less thinky side of things, enschoolenation went fairly well. One Spawn is staying home sick. Another could not find their bag nor hoodie, but went off to catch the bus in a borrowed fleece that they didn't love but that kept the morning chill off. Small, manageable problems that remained small and are being managed. Even just a year ago, one of these things would have thrown off the entire morning and possibly even thrown the entire day off kilter at best. Now, we're rather taking things in stride.
I carry ongoing hope for the day, even though it is expected to be weird; I'm jaunting off to work, but leaving it for an hour or two in the middle of the day for a school meeting, then going back to it to finish out the day. I like that I'm able to do such things, but now I look at the time and I must run!
Hello, Blisstopia.<3
[EDIT: This was yesterday's post that I apparently never hit post on, so I shall simply continue now:]
The meeting at the school went great. Eldest Spawn is doing excellently with motivation, self control, getting things done. His counsellor told me that the lad is essentially the social leader of his friend group, that they look to and follow him, and I just about cried.
Then, on the way out, I got flagged down by the Assistant Principal. Youngest had had a meltdown. And this was a bad one. threw chairs. Shoved other children. Several kids went to the nurse.
Soooo today I am going to the school at 8am for his suspension hearing. IDK if I am supposed to bring him and let him go to regular classes, or leave him at home, or what, so we are going in at usual dropoff time to find out and proceed accordingly.
You bet your ass I'm bringing coffee with me.
Hello for reals, Blisstopia.<3
As it turns out, they were expecting me to respond with something about turning the other cheek or being the bigger person, and that my response was, rather than an anaesthesia to deaden their pain, an antiseptic that was stingingly helpful, as "sometimes the wound requires additional cleaning." We then discussed how the inciting image seems to be meant to work on an individual level, but falls down when it comes to societal-level wounds, and the importance of nuance and context in discussion and the big lack of such in these little 1-2 sentences-on-an-image thing that tend to proliferate rapidly across social networks with easy reblogging and image share capacity.
The interaction could possibly gone a whole different and unpleasant direction at several different points, but for the fact that this friend and I both made the effort to clarify ourselves and understand each other properly. It would have been so easy to recline into the couch of assumptions and from there be butthurt or vituperative. Instead, we reserved judgement in favor of seeking greater understanding.
This is not a set of thoughts with which I expected to begin my Monday, but here we are, and I have this exquisite little pang of hope.
~~~
In the more mundane and less thinky side of things, enschoolenation went fairly well. One Spawn is staying home sick. Another could not find their bag nor hoodie, but went off to catch the bus in a borrowed fleece that they didn't love but that kept the morning chill off. Small, manageable problems that remained small and are being managed. Even just a year ago, one of these things would have thrown off the entire morning and possibly even thrown the entire day off kilter at best. Now, we're rather taking things in stride.
I carry ongoing hope for the day, even though it is expected to be weird; I'm jaunting off to work, but leaving it for an hour or two in the middle of the day for a school meeting, then going back to it to finish out the day. I like that I'm able to do such things, but now I look at the time and I must run!
Hello, Blisstopia.<3
[EDIT: This was yesterday's post that I apparently never hit post on, so I shall simply continue now:]
The meeting at the school went great. Eldest Spawn is doing excellently with motivation, self control, getting things done. His counsellor told me that the lad is essentially the social leader of his friend group, that they look to and follow him, and I just about cried.
Then, on the way out, I got flagged down by the Assistant Principal. Youngest had had a meltdown. And this was a bad one. threw chairs. Shoved other children. Several kids went to the nurse.
Soooo today I am going to the school at 8am for his suspension hearing. IDK if I am supposed to bring him and let him go to regular classes, or leave him at home, or what, so we are going in at usual dropoff time to find out and proceed accordingly.
You bet your ass I'm bringing coffee with me.
Hello for reals, Blisstopia.<3
That was a ride
30/10/18 11:51 (UTC)(no subject)
30/10/18 11:55 (UTC)Here's hoping the meeting goes well
30/10/18 13:34 (UTC)Morning Bliss!
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30/10/18 16:47 (UTC)Violent meltdowns, not so much. I have strategies for dealing with those at home.
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31/10/18 00:06 (UTC)Weird week of ups and down here also. Please take care and have a better one!