Mom or Me?
I'm by nature a nurturer, always have been so. Good thing, since I have six daughters. Daughters take a lot of nurturing. Their feelings are easily roused, easily hurt. It's a huge responsibility, to realize this human being gets their view of themselves, and the world, from you, for better or worse. I've made a ton of mistakes, and will continue to do so, but hopefully not the same ones over again (thank you, Anne of Green Gables) because I'm a human with lots left to learn. But I try, almost to a fault, to make my daughters comfortable and happy in a world that isn't their friend. They should always know it's safe at home with Mom.
When I was raped, I shielded the girls as best I could from the details. Two of the older girls came with me to the hospital for the rape kit, K even managed to make me laugh once, which was the best thing that could have happened that night: it was a huge relief to know that yes, I'd be able to laugh again some day on a night things seemed pretty damn bleak. When the detective came in to take the statement, I asked K to leave. She was only 18, still a virgin, and though it may seem stupid to anyone else, I really just didn't want her hearing the things I'd been forced to do and ever connecting the act she'd someday share with someone she loved be something she'd ever connect with what happened to me. R stayed with me and was a super help.
When my youngest woke up the next morning, she came in to see me and found me bruised, battered, with a broken foot and obviously upset. She was only seven, so we eased her very gradually into what happened. First we just said I'd gotten hurt and that I would be okay, but needed to be quiet and rest for a little while. Eventually after asking to call her Dad and tell him I'd been hurt, we told her that he wouldn't be able to talk to her for a while as he'd had to go away. I think it was about a week from the first morning until she was all filled in on the fact that Dad had gotten mad at Mom and hurt me so was in 'grown up time out' until he learned it was not okay to do that. She knows it all now, but it came out very slowly, and she didn't find out about the rape until last summer. Her therapist agreed with me it was best to ease her into it over time, and I have to say, she seems to take it better than I hoped she would.
Once the negotiations for plea bargaining came around, my oldest took the day off so she could be there with me. All the girls were very apprehensive about the upcoming trial, whether they'd be called to testify, having to see him again, listening to the proceedings, etc. I was ready. I wanted my time on the stand. But watching my oldest daughter get physically ill just listening to the prosecutor talk about my testimony made me realize just how badly it was going to go for them all, and question whether it was fair to put them through it all. When a reasonable offer came up, I took it. But honestly? Sometimes I resent it.
When I think about having to go to a parole hearing already to ask them not to let him out, I wonder how long he would've been sentenced. Of course, it could have gone badly, they might not have convicted him, but I really don't believe that. So now I've got to deal with this again already. I feel like I'm never out from under it; there's always some new upcoming date I've got to come up against and overcome.
Now all the girls want to come to the hearing as well, though I'll be the only one speaking. My daughters are amazing, brilliant, funny, compassionate women with so much heart. But a couple of them are...hmm...how can I put this?
They're a little emotional. No, they're very emotional, and a little dramatic. I understand that, the apple didn't fall far from the Mom tree, and only experience has calmed me down. But Parole Board Day is a day I need to be able to take care of me. I need to not be the nurturer, the soother, the reasonable, the calming influence. I need someone to talk me down off the ledge when I start to hyperventilate. I'm just not sure how to tell them that. No, sorry, you can't come, you're too needy, hon. Mmm, thanks for offering, but the role of straight-up-freaked-out-lady has already been filled. I started out asking one of my Dramas to stay and meet the youngest off the bus and hang with her until we got back, but then R pointed out that those two, while loving each other very much, are fire and oil when either are in less than a great mood, and both of them will be anxious. So now we're thinking of keeping both the Dramas home with youngest, and I'm thinking that's gonna be Fire, Oil and Liquid Oxygen thrown together. The question is, how much do I really want to not have to nurture on the way up there and back, vs. how much clean up do I want to do once I get home?
All while feeling like a crappy parent the entire time, of course. Luckily I have exactly one calendar month to work it out.
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