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Parental duty

I've only go one job. This is it. 💁🏻‍♂️

Parental duty
Giles & a young Rho | Image by Mrs Croft
“You're mean!”

It's my daughter. Although, to be fair, it could so easily be a client.

Because sometimes the things I say, are mean.

To a mind.

🤷🏻‍♂️

And what has provoked this snap judgement of my character, you may ask?

Oh, I can't remember. One of life's little irritations. It'll have been stairs-related, surely? An item of clothing perhaps, that should (🚩) be here, when it's not – it's there, instead?

All I know is that one minute I can hear carefree singing coming from the shower downstairs, and the next minute—up here—there's crossness and shouting and things being flung.

How do I respond?

Well, if you've been paying attention you'll know that I don't really get to choose. My response will depend on the way I'm seeing the world, right there in that very moment; what level my ‘consciousness elevator’ is on.

So…

  • If I'm distracted by the mind's insecurities—and it looks like there's a lot of ‘Giles’ there to protect—I'll feel like I'm under attack, and will go into what they call fight, flight or freeze mode (i.e. I'll yell, or wander off, or just despair).
  • And when I'm feeling bright and breezy and rolling with the punches—‘Giles’ nowhere to be seen; nothing to protect—I'll feel empathy and see the funny side of it all, reacting accordingly.

Which in this case manifests as me hunting around the room, making a big deal of looking behind doors and under things, prompting,

“What are you doing?”
“It's gone! I can't find it! I'm trying to help.”
“What?”
“Your sense of humour. I think you might have left it somewhere… the bathroom maybe? On the floor, most likely.”

😂🤣😂🤣

This was not received with the appreciation it deserved, I feel!!

All I got in return was,

“You're mean!”

My parental duty

Look, living with me must be a right pain in the arse sometimes, but I feel like once I've ensured my daughter's immediate physical safety—we wear seatbelts, we strongly discourage walking while looking at phone messages, and we teach basic principles of food hygiene, with varying degrees of success—I've only really got one overall job.

🎁
To help her wake up to the illusion of her thinking.

Because whenever that happens, we reconnect to life and get immediately put back in touch with wisdom, common sense, perspective, psychological wellbeing, intuition, creativity…

…and our sense of humour.

That's the first thing to go, as I'm sure you'll attest.

(It's a great pointer, for you, too!)

Throughout her life, my daughter is going to face all manner of difficulty, tragedy, conflict, confusion and sadness, and she'll handle all of it with grace and wisdom and common sense… if she knows where to look for them.

So pointing her back to presence; to her inner okayness—to her ‘guide inside’—is basically my life's work.

There's loads more I'll teach her of course, but all else stems from that. Everything.

It will be the hill I die on; a duty I will carry out indefatigably.

To not do so would be negligent…

…and sometimes—to a mind—that may seem mean.

I love you kiddo!

❤️❤️❤️

Giles

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