
I had little patience for P. We made little effort to discipline him, knowing we just didn’t have the desire or patience for it at the time. All we wanted to do was hug our surviving son, not punish him. Besides, it was just too much work. P’s requests to start using the potty fell on mostly deaf ears. We kept promising him we would bring out the potty, but neither of us had the energy or commitment for a task like potty training. I later found out that there is a term for what had happened to us as parents. It’s called “diminished capacity to parent”. It happens after a big life event that leaves the parent temporarily blindsided. It’s usually after a divorce but it can be a tragedy. It doesn’t mean I ever neglected my son. He was clean, fed, taken care of. But… I just wasn’t present the way I knew I should be. Small children need structure, attention and consistency. All things that are very hard to provide when you are struggling to stay afloat through the storm of grief. They take more effort and energy than you have at the time. But, I also knew what the voice meant. How long did I really want to keep doing this? How long was I going to foster a sub-par family dynamic?
I have learned that the secret to “returning” to my family is to do it a little bit at a time. If you try to jump in a and do it all at once you are just going exhaust yourself and feel like a failure. I first tackled dinner. They are not Michelin-start worthy meals but I make a true effort to cook dinner 4 times a week (we can eat out one night a week). Then I made sure to carve out fun time with P. after our bath. I make sure to give him complete undivided, pure-joy attention after dressing him in his pajamas. We play games, read books and make silly faces. I make a really big effort to be completely present, noticing every little special feature of my child. Husband and I are still working on getting our adult time back. It happens sporadically. We might get two good nights of conversation and then P. gets sick or Husband has to travel for work and our couple time gets interrupted all over again. I still use cartoons as a major crutch. I am hoping that after completing the licensing exam I will feel less mentally worn out. But I think the important thing is that I heeded the voice. I stopped and reversed the “withdrawal” trend. I am making the slow climb back to my family.
UPDATE 2 months later: Finishing all of my exams really did help with my energy level. I am fully enjoying time with my kiddo again. He is my ray of sunshine. The passing of time was an important part of getting back to being my old self; parentally. But I think it’s equally important to be aware of the changes in family patterns and be determined to alter them if you don’t like how it feels.