The relationship lines
Contributed by a regular writer Marion
“Who by Him do believe in God, that raised Him up from the dead, and gave Him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God.” (I Peter 1:21)
I read a blog post today, written by someone I have never heard of. It was posted through another blog I follow. It was written by a lady who suffered from an eating disorder experienced in college. The blog was about how her relationships affected her life. Most importantly, the relationships with people in her family. She was given a simple assignment, draw two lines to the name of the person she had a strong relationship with, and one line for the weaker relationship. It started me thinking. Throughout my life, my lines probably would have changed depending on the situation.
As a child, my strongest lines probably would have been to my grandparents on my mom’s side. My parents were young when they had me, and still quite young when they had my siblings. They worked really hard to have enough resources to raise us so when I look back, I remember lots of time with grandma. My memory doesn’t go back before I was five or six, lol….but up until I was 12, this is who I remember going to when things weren’t right.
Being a teenager was rough. I am pretty sure,(like the majority of people) my strongest ties as a teenager were to friends. My parents were busy, possibly busier than when I was younger. With five growing kids, in a small province where work was seasonal and limited, my parents didn’t have as much time as they wanted, to be the parents they wanted to be. After reading my diary from my teenage years. I can assure you that when I finished reading it, I felt like I needed to apologize to every person I met during those years. Lol, I was a ‘diva’ for lack of a better word. 😉
As a young adult, I think my strongest ties were to my mom. I struggled with feeling like I was always disappointing my dad. My choices for jobs, guys and friends were always just outside the line of expectation. I knew my mom understood my struggles. When she was a young adult, she was a wife and mother….never getting the chance to just be an adult without responsibilities.
Then one day, I became a mom. That moment, my whole outlook on life changed. I needed my mom and my dad, unlike before. I needed to know they had my back and thankfully, they did. Despite their own relationship issues, they both supported me. They showed me love. They taught me to be a mom. The big things were what I expected but growing up the little things weren’t enough. Then one day I realized the little things meant so much more. They showed me love.
I’m pretty sure as my lines stand now, they are all double. I have the best support system. Between my mom, dad, step mom and step dad, I know that I am appreciated as an adult. My relationship with each one is different from the others but equally important. We talk to each other, instead of at each other. We also listen to each other. I have a pretty awesome relationship with my in-laws as well, I know if need be, they would drop everything to help me. My siblings and I still argue and disagree but I know that they would also come running if I needed their help.
To my husband I give three lines because we are very much in each other’s head. We understand how to support each other, how to talk it all out and how to be a couple. My relationship with my son Keagan also gets three lines. I am sure that one day (probably sooner since he is 13) him and I will have issues but I know that he KNOWS without a doubt that I love him. He also knows that even though I might be disappointed in a choice he makes, I have his back.
Lastly, the one relationship that has always been strong and has always been my go to when things are rough is with Jesus. He has wiped away my tears, kept me going when I thought I couldn’t go forward anymore. He has heard my inner desires, my fears, and my every thought. On days when I felt no one else actually cared, when I felt alone, when I thought I was unimportant, Jesus reminded me that He created me in His image and that I had a purpose. This relationship is by far the most important one I have.
And He said unto me, “My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” (II Corinthians 12:9)