when the going gets tough

I See You, Lessons in Listening

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I feel sage yet I have only lived half my life, but I have lived…a lot. To be honest, I never thought I would make it to 35. That was my cut off age when I was a teen and here I am now, 53. My life as a child was intense and overwhelming. My mother brought my brother and me to see a counselor, maybe I was 10 years old. Thank you Mom. Although there were a few years of not seeing someone, I have essentially seen a counselor my whole life.

My brother Joe and me, at my grandmother’s house. I am around 10 years old.

How does one get to be called an old soul. My friend declared herself an old soul. People declared my younger son an old soul. I always felt like an old soul. Why?

Does carrying the burden of trauma make one an old soul, especially trauma in childhood? I don’t really have an answer but that might be the answer for me. I know there are spiritual thoughts about souls moving from one to another through birth and death and there are references to receiving an old soul.

This week has brought many emotions. I am in the lush mountains of Dominican Republic and this place can do that to me. My senses are awakened, my sage, my old soul is sensitive. The mountains, fresh air, the food, music and DR culture, yeah I am awake and I am listening. I am here at an incredible financial cost to our family, the guys will be joining me next week. Traveling during holiday time to DR is basically financially insane. However, this year is important as I have mentioned before, it is the 20th anniversary of my first trip here, incredible. Second, my son Rio is a junior in high school and after this year I can’t say when he will be here again. I want us here as a family one last time before a new chapter begins. There is no doubt Adoni will be back whenever possible, he loves the mountains.

As I am making my rounds visiting family here, with people who have cared for me since I crossed the threshold of their doorstep, before Luis and I even considered marriage, I am struck by the absolute love and loss that has passed since my last visit 2019/20. I want to add this community is small, I am walking here and there, or a short motorcycle ride to see people. Upon seeing me, she, a cousin of Luis, begins sobbing. I am surprised at first but then I am not. We both have shared many tears in the past about this or that, important words shared between two women who have lived life. So I sit and listen as she shares the loss of her father, the loss of herself over and over to her children, to her larger family and now to her mother as she is in the last leg of her life and bedridden. And somehow even through my broken Spanish from my very first trips we always seem understand each other. And I listen.

That same night during the middle of the night I received a message from a young person in their early 20’s. I guess I can call this person a former student even if that time was short. I always reached out when I could. That person felt they could share with me their fears and their current health situation. The information shared with me left me speechless and brought me to tears. I read their message and then said I would listen.

That same morning the overwhelmingly public showing of love and sadness over the of loss of a delightful, dancing and humble person, tWitch, who touched so many people via several sources including The Ellen Show and Tik Tok. Because of the manner in which he died by suicide, so many people are devastated and are also saying out loud “I am here to listen”.

But are we listening, are we? Coincidentally another friend, also former student, just wrote in social media today and said “I asked you to be here and check in and you all said you would but you didn’t.”

Thank you for saying it out loud.

Teaching has given me many students to listen to. Somehow the darkroom….always the darkroom …allowed students to say what needed to be said in their manner… the cave. Recently, a former student offered to write a recommendation for my application for teaching positions. She had no idea that writing the recommendation became a reflection on her life over the last 21 years. I could see it, hear it, feel it in her words, my heart was so full. She said “it was great to reflect on all that I gifted to her” and part of that gift was listening. And now she “listens too” in her profession as a social worker.

I have started so many blogs and have not finished them during this last year. I am just signing off on this one and not lingering over whether it sounds right, etc. Please, open your hearts and see the signs and listen. I will continue to do what I can, and you should too, my old soul is demanding it of you.

General Crisis. https://www.crisistextline.org/

Support to the LGBTQ young adult community. https://www.thetrevorproject.org/

Depression and Suicide. https://988lifeline.org/

Eating Disorder Hotline. https://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/

Sexual Assault Hotline. https://www.rainn.org/

Dating Abuse and Domestic Violence. https://www.loveisrespect.org/

Mental Illness Hotline. https://www.nami.org/help

Veterans Crisis Line. https://www.mentalhealth.va.govsuicide_prevention/

Corona 2020

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Not sure if you believe in signs but this morning I woke and the last sign arrived in a message to Rio’s phone via WhatsApp. With in an hour I purchased tickets for us to fly home to be with Luis and Adoni. On one hand I had romanticized our experience here in DR. I truly believed we would be fine in DR, Rio doing his baseball and me making sure we were all set. I too was working out at the gym with a trainer. We were going 3 times a week. Although I thought we would be able to do much more during our days here in DR. At best all we could muster was his practice and the gym during the week, movies once a week and maybe going away on the weekend. And Corona virus is not really on the island, after all there are only 5 cases, so they say.

  • My hair, I washed it yesterday and there was a clump of hair in my hand. Oh, something isn’t right.
  • We had plans this weekend to go to our house in the mountains, our nephew who lives in the house is sick, like really sick, I learned this last night. Also our ride fell through. Side note, I felt that if we need to go to our house in the mountains in case the virus took over we would be safe there. I was not feeling that after learning about these details.
  • The ominous message that came on the phone from unknown person. It said get ready, buy a water, candles and food, after the elections on Sunday, on Monday everything is going to close down.

You know when you just don’t feel complete or right, also Rio commenting that he really wanted to go home. At first listen, I thought he was feeling that way as the baseball thing is HARD. But think about it, we are a homeschooling family, we are together all the time. Now granted, my kids need to have growing pains and experience tough things. But maybe in a time of crisis it is not necessary. And lastly and maybe most important, Adoni is a healthy kid, but he is also my allergy kid who has asthma. My son is immuno-compromised. I want to be home with him. Our town and state are closing things left and right. The USA is also banning certain countries from flying into the country. I decided I don’t want to be stuck here in DR, living the dream.

Please stay safe and hope the curve flattens.

Hard week, soul searching.

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Can a 14 year old go deep, know his reasons for doing things, feel passionate? How do we as his parents help keep him motivated and do the thing he said he wants to do? Is it really our job? How do we help him to not throw in the towel because this thing called baseball training is super hard? And let me remind you we are on a tropical island a couple of blocks away from the ocean. He hasn’t even seen it yet since our arrival 3 weeks ago.

We have a cousin who is one of Rio’s biggest fans, his name is Checo, he is in his 40’s. He is pretty persistent with his feelings about Rio and baseball. This is what he said, in Spanish of course but I will translate. Rio is tall, elegant and beautiful. He has the capacity to play baseball therefore he should play. Not everyone has that opportunity or is gifted the ability. Rio is loved by everyone here in Los Dajaos, DR ( where Rio’s dad is from) and Rio loves everyone back. His ability to love the children here is felt by everyone. Checo said a reason for Rio to play, his motivation should be to give something back to the community of Los Dajaos, do it for the children.

Rio in 2017 playing with one of our cousins.

All in all, my thoughts over the course of this week can’t be jotted down in a blog and maybe should be left right where they are- in my head. Rio said he had a tough week but in the end he is happy. We slept in today and went to the gym. He is currently playing Fortnite online with his brother in USA. Rio will finish his weekend by hanging out with a new friend tonight, a Dominican American kid who is here doing the same thing as Rio.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

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This title is what came to mind this morning. Last night Rio said he wanted to go home. We went away for the weekend to be with family. It was a 4 hour ride from door to door, there and back. Rio is a home body, he definitely does not have my lust for adventure. So even though we had a mini vacation from our new life, it was a distraction. As we have been homeschooling for awhile now and as we have 3 boys, finding the balance between freedom and military academy is where we are at.

Our daily routine, walk 8 minutes from door to metro.

This “thing”, I knew it would come, just a matter of when. After he said “I want to go home”, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I know it is an ever fleeting feeling, “home”. But I am his mom and this was my response, “the newness and excitement of being here is over, now comes the hard part”. He said nothing. When we got in bed, we are sharing a room with twin beds, I asked him if he wanted to talk, he said nothing.

These are a few sweet moments of the kids laughing- this morning before practice.

He woke up a lot last night- me, trying not to worry, kept those feelings to myself. This morning he got ready like regular. We went to practice and all seemed regular. The feelings of last night dissipated. What was different about today is that he earned something. Three weeks in and he is hitting the ball and one of the trainers commented, he asked me if I was happy with Rio’s new swing. Rio is trainable. Imagine a pitch that he is used to, maybe 60 miles an hour. Now during his practice the kids are pitching 80 miles and up. He is learning how to see that ball, it has been a challenge for him.

The swing.

As we are so in sync as a family, it is no surprise to me the Adoni started acting up yesterday. I asked Luis if he had eaten too much sugar. But the reality is 3 weeks into our new life is a challenge for us. Luis signed Adoni up for kickboxing training at Acension gym. He can go 5 days a week if he wants. Hopefully this will help Adoni stay focused and not feel out of control. Adoni was free roaming in Dominican Republic, running for 1.5 months, every day, all day. He needs some grounding right now.

Adoni’s first day at the gym- Kickboxing training.