My counsellor has been working with me to let go of the Western ideal that we move from point A to point B never to return to ‘old stuff’.
When I continue to go over this old ground in my mind, I feel like a failure, I feel shame and I feel mad.
My inner dialogue goes something like this:
“What this again? Seriously Joanna. Are you really going to have this same conversation again? Are we really going down this path? How could this happen again?”
Thanks to my counsellor, I have shifted this A to B mentally to be more of a deepening spiral. Like a tornado funnel.
Oh I like this analogy because sometimes I have me some wind blowing around me!
Yes, I am going to go over the same road again but I am going to be in a different place on my path, a deeper place. (I am almost 40 you know!).
Last night, was a huge mental shift downward into my deepening spiral.
For weeks I have looked for a once per week hockey program that we could do in Ktown. Do you think I could find one? Nope! Minor hockey, that wants to devour families lives with their three times per week practices/games, is the show in this town.
We decided to take JC out of Grade One forty-five minutes early and drive the boys sixty kilometres back to the town we just moved from so that the boys could play hockey.
They are back at the rink they know.
CC has the same coach he had last year.
Papa was on the ice with CC.
JC got to move up a level.
He gets his own jersey this year.
I get to see old friends each week.
AND THE VERY BEST PART, NANA CAME TO WATCH. Can you see me up and jumping around?
It was amazing night of going backwards. JC’s teacher was supportive of our idea, dad laced up his skates and even went for a morning skate to get ready, lastly mom looked me square in the eyes and said, “I am really glad that you are coming here for hockey!”
Anything for you Mama! Now if only I could meet your request for a new body!
JC waiting to give his brother a high five before his turn on the ice.
Papa and CC working together.
OC watching the action.
Nana is on the right in the toque.
Sometimes you need to go backwards to move forward. Lesson learned. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.