Surrender. Just surrender to it all. Even if it is hard. Even if it feels like quitting. Just take a big, deep breath and let it all go.

This is a lesson that keeps reappearing in my life and one I have to relearn or re-remember continuously. I’m not sure why, but my go-to move is to cling to goals and ideas and plans even when they are not working or making everyone miserable. Even when it’s causing the internal twining and winding of my guts and resulting in anxiety. I’m telling you right now: It’s better sometimes to just surrender and stop trying to force things. To let go of thinking you have control. To give up on being “right” or the way you are “supposed” to be or on fighting your own nature.

My latest reminder came this morning from Tiny-Small’s preschool teacher. Let me back up a bit here and give you some history. Tiny-Small started going to a preschool part time. Usually two days a week, from 9am to 3pm. Sometimes she would go three days, but rarely. She also sometimes goes to a home daycare provider, someone she has been going to since she was two. She started attending the preschool in September of this year. At first she loved it and we were all excited. Eventually, though, the long days made her tired. Then she started getting bullied a bit by an older boy at the school. She complained about him off and on. Then she stopped wanting to go all together. By the end of October she was going sporadically at best. It was a fight every morning on the days she was scheduled to go and some days she was so distraught we decided not to take her. There were days she cried until she vomited. I was very concerned. She truly did not want to be there.

When Jim’s mom passed away at the beginning of November we kind of went into survival mode. We made plans to go to California and I knew that we would be getting home right before Thanksgiving so I called the school and said Tiny-Small wouldn’t be there for the entire month.  I just knew it wasn’t going to happen. We were under a lot of stress and dealing with grief and just trying to maintain some level of calm and organization. Plus the school was going to be closed the week before Thanksgiving anyway.

The most calming image I could find.

We brought Tiny-Small back to school on December first. To our surprise she actually wanted to go. She was genuinely excited that morning as we dropped her off, but when she came home that afternoon she said she didn’t want to go back. She only wanted to go to the home daycare from now on.

I understood. She’d been through a lot of change and has endured a lot of stressful moments lately. Our schedule has been messy and now the holidays are making it difficult to return to a familiar routine. She likes the comfort of the home daycare. She knows everyone there. She’s accepted and happy there. It’s her safe place. Still, I didn’t want to give up on the preschool. I figured maybe if she just went more, or more consistently, or if we worked out what was upsetting her so much she’d like it better. I argued with Jim that he needed to get her there on time and pick her up on time because he is always late…ALWAYS late, but he’s doing his best. The ADHD sometimes gets in the way. Still, the being late does not make Tiny-Small popular with the teachers or the students. I figured it was likely contributing to her discomfort at school. But that wasn’t all of it, it was also a long day and the kids were often running wild and unsupervised. Not to mention the grades range from pre-k to high school. That’s a lot of age groups all in one place. Maybe it was all too much for her to navigate or take in at the age of four. Maybe she couldn’t handle so many people. She seems to prefer small groups like I do. Maybe she needs more structure and clear boundaries to feel successful and secure and maybe she’s just not mature enough to understand the dynamics and relationships 7 and 8-year-old kids have with each other.  There were many factors to consider. Then, of course,  there was the boy she kept talking about who seemed to really bother her and make her not want to be there. Still, I was sure these were all obstacle we could overcome with perseverance and more effort.

So, we fought about preschool for three more days. Tiny-Small didn’t want to go. Jim resented having to get her there at nine. I struggled with enforcing good attitudes and schedules.

Anyway, with all of this running through my mind this morning her teacher pulled me aside when I dropped her off. He wanted to know if she was going to start coming more consistently or on scheduled days. It was obvious he was annoyed with our seemingly cavalier approach toward school attendance and  I couldn’t blame him. Her sporadic attendance was interfering with his lesson plans and he never knew if he needed more or fewer materials. He thought the fact that she wasn’t there consistently made it hard for her to get past her shyness with the other kids (another thing that baffled Jim and I because she is not typically a shy person in any other setting). I understood the teachers dilemma and irritation. I also felt like a terrible parent. I told him she didn’t want to come and I didn’t know why and I felt bad making her go. I explained that my husband struggled to get her there on time and when he was running really late thought it was better not to take her and disrupt the class. I told him I had been trying to create a more compatible schedule, but that it never seemed to work out. Then he asked, “Doesn’t she go to another school sometimes?” I said she went to a home daycare. Then he asked me, “Well, is that working well?” I said it was. Then he just stared at me. I was saved by another parent interrupting to ask a question. The teacher smiled at me and said, “Well, do what you can.”

As I drove off I started thinking about that one question, “…is that working well?” I know he was insinuating that maybe I should just stick with home daycare if we couldn’t conform to the preschool schedule. But, for me, it became a bigger question…if something isn’t working why do I keep trying to force it to? I started wondering why I was trying to contort myself, our life, and my daughter to fit into a place we so clearly did not belong. She didn’t want to be there. I dreaded taking her there. Jim couldn’t pick her up or drop her off on time. The schedule was not working with our schedule or our life. It was just making us all miserable. Still, admitting that felt like quitting or giving up. I felt like a failure as a mom and even as a human being. I couldn’t even get my daughter to school consistently. How would she ever grow up to be a productive member of society?

Then I cried all the way home.

I told Jim what had happened and we talked it over. We decided this would be her last day at the preschool. An hour or so later I felt like a great weight had been lifted. I breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best decision for our family even if it didn’t seem like the “right” one. Even if it was giving up.

I could beat myself up for hours and days about how I failed or about how we aren’t giving Tiny-Small a head start by sending her to a preschool, or about how ADHD sometimes gets the better of us, but I’m not going to. Instead I am going to surrender to the realities and challenges we live with. Instead I am going to do the best I can with what we have to work with and let go of the things that are only adding stress and no real benefit to the life we are trying to build. Instead I am going to listen to my daughter, accept our circumstances, and let go of the image I am holding in my mind about how things are “supposed” to be. Today I am surrendering and my soul is better for it.

I can breathe again.

I am wondering how long it is going to take me to learn this lesson. When will I be able to say no, to surrender to reality, or to accept my limitations and the limitations of my family with more grace?

12 thoughts on “Surrender”

    1. Sometimes, after all of the fighting, I wonder why I put so much energy into something that clearly was not going to happen. I think I am used to solving problems, but sometimes the best way to solve problems is to stop creating them. Motherhood…it’s rough sometimes!

  1. I find that I have to trust my inner voice. Despite the opinions of others who often mean well, I need to remember that I know myself better than anyone else. My instincts are not often wrong. I suspect that you know the same about yourself , too, Lillian.

    1. I do and you are so right. I think what I need is more confidence to say no despite what other people say. I get tangled up in doubt, but almost every single time I knew it was wrong right from the beginning.

  2. First: This didn’t come to me in my email. I saw it on FB, so I hope your feed is ok.

    Second, but more important: yes. This is a great example of excellent parenting and actually hearing your soul. Hearing TS too.

    There will be instances when she will Just Have To Do What Needs To Be Done but preschool isn’t one of them. She’s a mini boheme; it’s all going to be ok. Unfortunately, bullies and assholes are everywhere, and resilience is an important and vital “tool” in life, so she will figure it out along the way. The best part is that you asked, waited, listened and acted. That’s good parenting.

    Surrendering is never failure. It’s what helps us figure out what’s important and how to win our Spirit back.

    1. Everything you said so beautifully…yes!

      I changed my email feed to mailchimp. I think I may have to tweak the settings. It seems like my posts are being sent the day after. Thanks for reminding me to go check that!

  3. Sometimes, it just isn’t worth the struggle! It’s not a’s just a pause to regroup!
    I somehow think the scheduling should be the least of the things to think about. Once she goes to public school, the timing has to be followed, so that will be a given. The main thing to address is the bullying, which the school should have helped with!
    Anyways, I’m glad you took the right decision for your family and that it just all worked out!
    Hey, I do hope you’ll enter the British Airways giveaway on my blog! 🙂

    1. For most people scheduling wouldn’t be an issue. We really struggle with schedules. I am actually already worrying about her starting public school. My husband is sometimes really good with schedules and sometimes really bad. He’s chronically late. I tend to go with the flow to keep the peace, but “real” school is not flexible. We are going to have to make some serious adjustments. The bullying is tough, but I don’t think even teachers know how to address it. It seems like people like to talk about it more than actually do anything. Maybe we are all still figuring out how to handle bullies as a society. I know I often feel like a kid again when confronted with one!

      I am off to check out your giveaway!

  4. Sounds like it was the right thing to do even though it was hard. I took my son out of a really nice part time day care when he was two because he seemed traumatized by it. I don’t think school should make kids miserable.

    1. I want school to be fun and learning to be fun. I agree with you, school shouldn’t make kids miserable. She really seems relieved. I told her she didn’t have to go anymore and it’s like a weight has been lifted.

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