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“My teeth are broken.”

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A child comes crying to a parent in the night about a monster under the bed. Instead of admonishing the child to stop crying, ignoring or dismissing the problem as silly, we hold our crying child and then look under the bed to face the monster. Wonder Anew is a similar invitation. Only we hold ourselves with that same loving-parent tenderness as we look. Amazing as it seems, the act of looking is like getting a flashlight to look under the bed to see what our mind creates and can transform. —Work With Your Difficulty

What is your difficulty?

My teeth are broken. I feel like a silent monster.

Due to my bad dental problems, I have other medical problems. I have elevated white cell counts and perhaps coronary artery disease. I had to do an angiogram.

What feelings arise?

Deep sadness.

Unhappy.

Afraid.

Afraid to talk. I feel judged. My broken teeth silence me.

Embarrassed.

I’m afraid of being embarrassed when I laugh out loud because people will see my teeth.

I feel undesirable.

Less than. Not worthy. I have low self-esteem.

I feel like I’m a monster. You see those kid shows and you see monsters with horrible teeth that make them even scarier and you don’t want to look at them —that’s how I feel when others look at me.

How does your difficulty affect you?

I keep my head down when I talk.

I don’t like meeting new people.

My teeth made me weary of going out. My physical appearance turned me into a recluse. I was never a shy person until my teeth got broken.

I am in recovery from drug and alcohol addiction. I injected meth and cocaine.

When I smile and someone sees my teeth, people ask what happened to your teeth. If someone who I’m not close to asks, I say, “It’s a long story” or “I got in a car wreck.” If someone close to me asks, I say “physical abuse.” Most people think the damage is from meth. The original abuse could have been from that and cocaine, and then when the physical abuse happened, my teeth were weak.

Once when I had a toothache my face was swollen up to my eye, I went to the emergency room and they had to keep me overnight to give me antibiotics.

Before recovery, I’d go to the ER and they gave me pain pills, either Tylenol with Codeine or Vicodin (hydrocodone). Sometimes I’d have to stay overnight and get antibiotics.

What is your part in your difficulty?

Not having courage and the willingness to change my appearance.

I thought that this is what I am. I felt less than. I didn’t think I was worthy of $5000 to get my teeth fixed. Getting my teeth fixed seemed like an impossible goal.

My part is self-care. My addiction took everything. I didn’t have the willingness to get my teeth fixed because it wasn’t a priority. Drugs and alcohol were more important. Once I was in recovery it took a little while to recognize that I was worth having the confidence that a smiles brings me.

What shifted in your perspective, feelings or thinking about this difficulty?

My perspective of me changed. My self-worth was slowly changing because I was changing and in recovery.

That’s what recovery helps—it changes my perspective. My recovery friends loved me until I could love myself. I felt their love. A big void inside of me was filled by my new recovery family of choice.

Then I got $1500 from a car wreck. At first, I thought that money would buy a lot of beads and yarn because I like to make jewelry and knit. Then I had a thought I could save this for my teeth.

But what really changed my mind and made me start doing what I needed to do to try to get my teeth fixed had nothing to do with my teeth. You know what started me to really think about taking care of myself? It didn’t start with my teeth. It started with my diabetes. My daughter asked me if I was taking anything for my diabetes. I told her I wasn’t taking my medicine. Soon after, I was with a friend who I call my angel. I told this angel who has the same first name I do what my daughter asked and then I admitted that I wasn’t taking my insulin. My friend looked at me and said, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that.” Then my friend started crying. “I’m worried about you. I don’t want to lose you.”

That’s what got to me.

I didn’t want to be that kind of mom and friend. To see my friend cry about losing me got into my heart. I’m tearing up as I say this now. She loves me and I could feel it. My friend loved me more than I loved myself.

So I went to the doctor.

Do you know what the doctor said? “Your blood is like tomato paste running through your system.” The doctor said I would likely have a heart attack or stroke.

What are you learning about yourself, the situation, and other people?

I always have bad breath. I could brush my mouth and teeth and an hour later I’ll have bad breath because of the rottenness in my teeth. I have toothaches—excruciating pain. It is like having a sticker in your foot and every time you have to go somewhere you have to walk on that sticker.

Broken teeth hurt.

Eating, drinking and breathing out of my mouth hurt.

My friends have straws for me to drink so that water won’t touch my teeth. If my drink is really hot or cold, it feels like a lightening bolt shot off the top of the roof of my mouth to my brain.

My whole world is centered on a toothache. If I have a toothache I have to wait and save money to go to the dentist. I found out that our county has a low-income dentist.

I was with someone I trusted who had good teeth and I told her my teeth are going to be polished like hers. I stare at her teeth. I wanted good teeth.

I realized I couldn’t get my teeth fixed until I got my diabetes under control because we never lie to doctors, right? I could die if I didn’t get my numbers down. They checked my sugar level before my dentist procedures to make sure I was telling the truth about my sugar number.

They check my blood pressure. If I have high blood pressure, they won’t pull my teeth.

How do you choose to work with or respond to your difficulty?

I choose to love and take care of myself.

Someone gave me $300 when I said I want to fix my teeth. I gave that money to my angel friend who put it into a savings account for me. My teeth were supposed to cost $2000. I started saving my money. I told my angel friend, “I don’t know if I can spend that money on my teeth.” And my friend said, “No, you’re doing this, you’re done.” You know back in the day to drop $700 on dope was nothing, but I didn’t spend money on shoes I need. I am learning to love myself. And that I’m worth new teeth.

I found out that I could get my teeth pulled for $15 a tooth, so I had enough money. You know even though that money was available for my dental care, I don’t think I could hand over $2000 without my recovery and the encouragement I’ve received from my friends.

TIME PASSED.

I decided to get my teeth fixed.

I made one simple step. I called a dentist. It started with a phone call. I got help.

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My teeth are now fixed. I’m more confident in the words I say. I feel more loved and accepted.

I feel seen and heard.

Jealousy of other people’s smiles is gone.

It is an amazing feeling to smile now and see me instead of my broken teeth. After getting my teeth fixed, I don’t think there is anything I can’t accomplish. It helps shut the door of the emotional pain of my past.

Now I smile at everyone I pass.

How might you use what you’ve learned from this experience in the future?

I learned that when I’m afraid, it just takes taking one small step in the right direction to change my life.

I want to use my experience to help someone else. I know how hard it is to change habits and thoughts. I know how expensive it is to get teeth fixed. I hope my sharing helps someone else believe they can laugh and smile again.

Michelle B. The United States

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“I can’t get my three-year-old son to go to bed.”

Guardian Angel, Danielle Poling, artist.

Smile. Take a deep breath. And. Relax.  -Becky A Bailey, Ph.D, Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline

What is your difficulty?

Getting my three-year-old son to bed at night.

What feelings arise?

I feel confused, helpless, and discouraged.

I feel like whatever I try to do, to help him get to bed, won’t work.

I also feel stupid, because I’m a teacher and a mom and SHOULD know how to handle this…but sometimes I don’t have an answer.

How is your problem affecting you?

When he threw his toothbrush the other night, I felt my body get tense.

I sort of held my breath.

I got frustrated that bedtime would take longer than I wanted it to take and I wanted to lie down and relax after a long day of teaching. I was annoyed that he was making a mess that I would have to clean up… because motivating him to get on the floor and wipe up the mess with the towel will be ANOTHER conflict after this one is over. I felt extra tired inside when I saw the problem getting worse.

What is your part or connection to the problem?

My goal of getting bedtime over with quickly probably affects things negatively. I want to be done with tooth brushing quickly. My son can probably feel my impatience, and he doesn’t want to be asked or told to brush his teeth. He probably feels helpless and out of control himself, so he retaliates and throws his toothbrush.

What are you learning about yourself, the situation, or your son?

That I love my son. 

That I want to be a loving and caring mom. 

That I get insecure that I’m not a good enough mom.

I look at this problem from the outside in. I try and imagine him being an adult and looking back on his childhood and I want him to remember me as a loving mom. I take a deep breath and remind myself that this behavior is part of his developmental stage. He wants to run the show. So I give him choices, so he feels a sense of control, like: “You have a choice. Would you like to put your pajama shirt on first or your pajama pants on first?” I’m learning that clear expectations and using cues help. Like, “Okay, now it’s time to pick out the PJs.” And, “Great! It looks like you’re dressed for bed. Now you can choose your book.” I found the book Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline by Becky A. Bailey very helpful.

Parenting articles giving advice, hearing fellow teachers talk negatively about parents, seeing children at school with behavior issues…I want to give my children an excellent foundation…but there are so many choices and decisions we make as parents with a pressure of always having to do the right thing feels overwhelming.

Sometimes doing the right thing is taking a strong leadership role as a mom or a teacher, but sometimes I feel like other parents judge me for being “strict” or “harsh.” I have to remind myself that I am loving and kind, and the kids appreciate having a strong leader.

I think about affirming things a loving, caring mom might tell herself, which upon reflection, I do as well. I say things to myself like:

“You’re doing a good job, Danielle.”

“Your sons have strong personalities, just like you…so you have to be clear and follow the program, and they’ll follow that example.”

“The effort and discipline with routines you’re putting in now will pay off as they get older.”

“Your efforts are already paying off. They enjoy conversation and appropriate behavior when we eat at restaurants, and they are pleasant and confident in pretty much all situations.”

“I imagine a loving mom putting her kids to bed. I have a vision for when I say, ‘It’s time for bed,’ in which the children happily run upstairs, brush their teeth, get their pajamas on, pick out their books, and everyone enjoys reading the books together.”

I notice that staying on task and focusing on what needs to get done (without rushing) seems to help keep things on track.

I’ve taken note of my son’s resistance to bedtime. Sometimes he doesn’t want to go to bed, so he fights the process and cries about not wanting to wear any of the available pajamas. Or he’ll fight with his older brother about doing things first.

If my son cries, well, that’s not a big deal. Maybe in a way, it’s a good thing, because he’s learning to deal with life’s adversities.

I don’t have to have a crying-free household.

Tears are okay sometimes because that’s life. If I make it my goal to keep everyone happy all the time, I’ll be miserable trying to meet an unrealistic goal, and I won’t be doing my job as a mother preparing my children for real life. What I mean by real life is that sometimes you won’t get what you want. Sometimes you feel that things are unfair. Dealing with that at a young age is healthy especially with loving parents that can help them manage their feelings.

I really enjoy my own time at night after the boys go to bed…because that’s the time I can lay down, draw, paint or watch a movie with my husband. I also find that the time with my sons to be wonderful…even the difficult times. I TRY not to rush bedtime because I do enjoy the bedtime stories and cuddles.

As a full-time teacher and mother, it’s realistic and warranted to desire some quiet time to rest…and even though people tell me “You’ll wake up one day and wonder where the time went,” I don’t think I’ll feel bad about my desire for some quiet time. I’m setting a good example, teaching, and caring for hundreds of children each day. It’s all about balance. Other people are nostalgic. That’s what they are saying when they tell me, “Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it.” I shouldn’t feel ashamed that I’m very tired. OF COURSE I’M TIRED!

This period in my life: Exhaustion, second-guessing, self-doubt, winging it, they all come with the territory.

Accepting the tension is key.

Much of being an artist and teaching art is about helping people see that there is no singular right answer to many problems. There are infinite possible answers and we have to wade through the muck to sort of find our way.

What can you shift in your thinking or feelings?

I see my attitude shifting from keeping everyone happy to helping everyone move forward. Life goes on. Let’s hug it out. It’s all good.

That resisting bedtime is typical toddler behavior and it’s not that big of a deal.

When I started looking closer at my problem, I began to figure out WHY I get mad and why I care about bedtime going smoothly: because I care about my children. I care that my children are healthy (with clean teeth and enough sleep). I also care about myself and my own time to make art and relax.

How do you choose to respond or work with this difficulty?

It takes courage to acknowledge my weakness and humility…to admit that it’s hard to parent and put my son to bed…to admit that I care what people think of me.

But at a certain point, I feel like I can’t do any more and still be true to myself. I’d be a phony to pretend I DON’T CARE when Ryan throws his toothbrush at me. By not reacting, I might be following some developmental expert’s advice on not escalating the situation, but that’s not me. That feels fake and like I’m ignoring something that’s clearly problematic, or playing a game of manipulation. That’s not healthy either. It’s more me to say, “Ryan, I’m feeling my body tense up. I’m feeling scared that you’re going to hurt me or make a mess. Let’s sit down for a second, cuddle, and take a couple deep breaths and calm down.”

How might you use what you’re learning in the future?

I’ll keep trying to focus on ways to resolve conflicts that are both loving and direct. It’s not about keeping everyone happy. It’s not about being a perfect mom. It’s about being clear with my words, paying attention to what is REALLY going on, helping my sons in ways they NEED, and learning from it. Also, it’s a good reminder to not be afraid of conflict. I can back away from the need to control situations.

Danielle Poling. The United States

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“I quit exercising.”

Consciously or not, we are all on a quest for answers, trying to learn the lessons of life. We grapple with fear and guilt. We search for meaning, love, and power. We try to understand fear, loss, and time. We seek to discover who we are and how we can become truly happy. – Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

What happened?

I had a recurring experience after each of my children was born—I quit exercising. Even though I like to run, I stopped.

Many of my friends and family would tell me “don’t worry about running, let your body take a break” or “just enjoy your babies.”

I convinced myself that what they said was right. I shouldn’t be worried that I wasn’t running or exercising.

I almost felt I was wrong for wanting to take the time for myself. Not being active made me unhappy.

When I decided to run, I’d sometimes feel like I should be doing something else. Like I didn’t deserve the time.

How did it affect you?

My life got busier. I let go of taking the time to exercise. I convinced myself that this was just another phase of life: the “you’re-too-busy-because-you-have-kids” phase that perpetually worsens as the kids grow older and more involved with their worlds.

I began to think about the beliefs that drove my thoughts about what I should or should not do.

After all, it was just a selfish thing to want this for me, right? Why couldn’t I spend my time doing more laundry, cooking, or something more productive for our family?

I think those beliefs are pressures that face many moms and women today. I saw so many moms who seem to have it all together. I can immediately think of several neighbors who will go home and clean the house an extra two hours, instead of exercise.

So many people I know apologize for not having a spotless house or feel over-involved with their children’s school and activities.  The pressures are everywhere. I think beliefs and choices like that could eventually put pressure on my children thinking they need to do things to please everyone at the expense of taking care of themselves or figuring out what they value.

What feelings arose around this? 

Unhappiness. I began to see how not taking some time for myself doing something I love to do makes me unhappy.

I felt resentment.

I felt pressure.

I strongly dislike the pressures I felt around doing the many things around keeping our home, raising our kids, cooking and keeping the house, volunteering, taking substitute jobs to contribute income to our family.

What was your part?

I allowed myself to feel pressured to look like a perfect and involved mom and wife, which made me question doing something that I truly love to do to take care of myself.

What did you learn about yourself? 

I noticed that I felt guilt about doing something that was good for me and for my family.

When a friend mentioned that she just couldn’t find time to workout, I felt a small twinge of guilt when I responded that I made the time. I still feel some guilt when someone says they are “just too busy to get a workout in.” I realize that I continue to wonder if I should be “too busy” with other activities such as taking that time to plan healthier meals or volunteering more at school, or taking more substitute teaching days—which then brings up that feeling of “I don’t deserve to take this time for me to run.”

I eventually noticed I would fill my missed exercise time with other things, and not necessarily anything productive. For me, missing exercise time has to be filled with some other activity that is productive. I’m not sure why I think this—is it a justification that I get to run? I’d tell myself, “If you don’t run, then you better be sure that you put all that laundry away.”

What shift did you make in your thinking? 

I let go of how others view me and some old ideas about how I view myself. I now see all the benefits that exercise has on my family and me.

I have become a little more comfortable in saying “no” to all the pressures I feel about things that need to get done.

I now feel I am okay doing what works for my family and me versus showing others that I have everything together all the time.

I am okay if I am not the image of a perfect mom.

How did you choose to respond to your challenge and what was your intention?

I chose to fit exercise into my day at least 4-5 times a week.

Even if I have to wake up at 5 AM, I make sure to get some activity. Sometimes I skip other responsibilities or even meeting up with a friend to squeeze in a few miles. The time to myself feels like private therapy on the open road.

When I regularly exercise and take care of my body, I think it helps me be a better wife, mom, and friend.

This may sound dramatic, but I think my choice to run often saves my marriage and family from my negativity. When I am out running alone, I am able to re-think that argument with my husband or how I reacted to one of my children. It gives me a few minutes to step out of the situation and think of a new way to handle it or express myself or see my part in an issue which helps me to say so and then apologize.

How is your choice to run affecting other areas of your life? 

I am happy. Less stressed (and probably less sick) and physically stronger. I want to be as healthy as I can be for as long as possible. I feel fit.

Running is like meditation. I can clarify my thoughts and regroup and usually see the other side of things. It fuels me with good vibes.

I am learning that even just thirty minutes of exercise makes me happy. I feel I am a better version of me.

Choosing to exercise is good for all my relationships. I am a better, more patient mother and spouse. I think my family benefits from the positives exercising brings forth me—less yelling, less resentment for not exercising, and it models an active lifestyle for my children.

As time passes, I no longer feel guilty about putting other things off to get some workout in my schedule. I realized just how good exercise makes me feel. My thinking clears. I feel better about myself.

I also learned it is okay if I don’t get everything else done. It’s okay if the kitchen is not spotless every day. It’s okay if the laundry sits one more day or three before I put it away. It’s okay if I am not able to volunteer one morning. It’s all okay.  My kids seem to love me just as much.

Exercise has become part of my day, like breakfast. Even if it means giving the kids the occasional PopTart or saying no to one more activity so I can squeeze in a quick run, I say yes to exercise.

I can also go ahead and eat the extra cupcake without feeling guilty.

Jill. Ohio. The United States.

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