{"id":7481,"date":"2024-06-24T05:51:22","date_gmt":"2024-06-24T11:51:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/thedesertsanctuary\/?p=7481"},"modified":"2024-05-25T08:26:21","modified_gmt":"2024-05-25T14:26:21","slug":"parenting-in-the-desert-part-1-of-2-karl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/thedesertsanctuary\/2024\/06\/parenting-in-the-desert-part-1-of-2-karl\/","title":{"rendered":"Parenting in the Desert – Part 1 of 2 – Karl"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

Parenting in the Desert \u2013 Part 1<\/h3>\r\n <\/p>\r\n\r\n (From our new book,\u00a0Evolving From Religious Trauma<\/a>. June 4th)<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n Listen to this blog \u2013 AI-Generated<\/strong><\/p>\r\n\r\n\nhttps:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/1333\/2024\/05\/10a.-Parenting-in-the-Desert.pdf_pages_1_to_11.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\r\n

Karl<\/h2>\r\n*** ** Parenting is a daunting endeavor. I always felt like it was the most monumental task I ever attempted, yet I had the least training of anything else. There were classes and books available, but they were all over the place regarding theories and practices. To make it worse, I grew up during the Dr. Spock era, and we were rapidly discovering how what we initially thought was all wrong. My parents got some interesting advice from their religious peers, which only caused me more confusion when considering how I would tackle this challenging road ahead.<\/p>\r\n ** As I experimented with different approaches, I found something that worked with the firstborn but not nearly as well with the strong-willed middle child. My third child was magnificently different from either of them and then religion and being a pastor muddied the water even further. It was like an excursion with no map and bad travel guides. Everyone had a theory, but no coherent way forward emerged.<\/p>\r\n ** To add to the mix, I entered parenthood with a reasonable amount of unaddressed trauma that I did not even realize I had. During the early years of parenthood, there was not enough time to breathe, much less address shadow material or consider such things. Their lives depended on us, and we were doing our best to keep our heads above water.<\/p>\r\n ** Later, there were the challenges of middle school and watching our precious children turn into something we could not recognize, only to turn back shortly after that into reasonable human beings, only to move out and begin to live their own lives. Sometimes, when I sit with them these days, I cannot believe that we survived all this, much less did it well by anyone\u2019s standard. I extract from my experiences not an extensive list of guaranteed parenting advice, but more reasonably, just a few things that I am glad I accidentally did well.<\/p>\r\n ** ***The following writings originate from things that Laura and I wrote and discussed. They were initially released in a parenting book called\u00a0Parenting Deconstructed.<\/em> Just in case you noticed some similarities, they all originate from the same source\u2014our personal musings.<\/p>\r\n Evolving out of a Fear-Based Paradigm<\/strong><\/h3>\r\n***** ** I kneeled over a flower bed when I noticed my daughter standing beside me. She stood like she wanted to talk, so I sat back on the grass. Lily faced me directly with her hands on her hips, and then, she let me have it!<\/p>\r\n ** For a few years during earlier parenting, I told people that I was paddling my man boat through the estrogen sea because I had two teenage daughters, and I had no idea what to do. Lily has been articulate since she was a toddler and retains information like a sponge. So, I would have to conclude that since I have known her (her whole life), I have never won an argument with her.<\/p>\r\n ** Shortly after she started informing me about a few things, I became agitated. You know, we have thoughts like, \u201cWho does she think she is?\u201d This incident happened again later, and I had the same initial emotion. I am glad I did not say something silly like, \u201cJust calm down, and we\u2019ll talk later.\u201d She needed to express what she was thinking, and thankfully, I realized this shortly after she started talking.<\/p>\r\n ** I couldn\u2019t comprehend everything she was trying to teach me, but she did teach me that day. She taught me about what makes her tick, about what she felt, and about her heart. It was a deeply intimate moment when she became the teacher that I always wanted to be for her. I am glad that I was able to dodge my initial instincts and hear her emotions as well as her wisdom.<\/p>\r\n ** At this time, I started to understand some things that worked for us as parents. It would become clarified after I went through deconstruction and our children matured. But I imagine most of the years when our kids were growing, I had a bewildered look on my face most of the time. We received too much advice from many people who did not know what would work either.<\/p>\r\n ** *****Not only were we learning what was working, but we were also slowly discovering what never had a chance of maturing into anything viable. Some of these ideas were rooted in bad theology. Some of our decisions were conceived in ignorance. And many were just flawed assumptions and listening to the wrong people. The common denominator in most bad choices is that they all originated from fear.<\/p>\r\n Our worst decisions were rooted in fear.<\/strong><\/h3>\r\n***** ** I often state that every religion I have studied begins its theology with what we should be afraid of. It does not really matter what the other person is selling; if they can convince us to be afraid of hell, dying, or not being popular, they can sell us anything.<\/p>\r\n ** It happened that way often in parenting. We heard a news report that something was happening in\u00a0record<\/em>\u00a0numbers. Other times, a pastor\u2019s message might warn us about something we had never considered, and then we became determined to\u00a0act<\/em>\u00a0or\u00a0do something\u00a0<\/em>about it. When I was a preacher, I did this subconsciously. Influencers know that fear is the most potent motivator, especially for parents.<\/p>\r\n ** But fear causes us to be reckless in our strategies. Because we fear what might happen, we over-emphasize the urgency to fix a problem we did not even know existed yesterday. I was that way with purity rings after I watched a video that first created fear, then made me feel guilty and prompted me to act as quickly as I could. I deeply regret giving them the rings\u2014they never spoke of them after that day. The purity culture used our fears to market an agenda that was traumatizing to women and created more problems than it solved.<\/p>\r\n ** We were also often afraid of what people thought. In some ways, we realized it was happening and apologized to our children because we were in ministry and did not see another way out of it. Our children were incredibly gracious, but I always felt like I was sacrificing my integrity for someone in the church that would turn on us a little later in the journey.<\/p>\r\n ** Today, I write about\u00a0being who we are<\/em>\u00a0(authenticity), and I deeply understand how much better respect is than affinity. Even though my teenage children understood compromise, they respect me so much more now that they are older. I wish I had been more authentic for them and myself during their formative years. I do not even attend church now, so I regret much of that activity that I wasted trying to get the congregation to accept me.<\/p>\r\n ** *****I could write a book about how fear motivated me to make hasty and unwise decisions in my life and as a parent. Our children understood that we were not perfect, but mostly because we learned to apologize when we got it wrong. Fear is never a good starting place for any decision. When we are misinformed, our emotions cause us to venture outside reasonable logic and make dangerous decisions. \u00a0 But we did get a few things right. \u00a0<\/p>\r\n The Things We Got Right<\/u><\/strong> \u00a0<\/h3>\r\nLearning to be Brave<\/strong> \u00a0<\/h3>\r\n******* ** My dad never learned to swim. My grandpa is a person I relate to spiritually in a strange, metaphysical way. I can feel him sometimes. But I remember a time when he teased my dad about never learning to swim and about being lazy. It had a deep, powerful impact on me\u2014not because it was Good Parenting 101, but because of the opposite of what I described above\u2014I did not want to be afraid of anything.<\/p>\r\n ** As I described, I often succumbed to my fears, especially when people I admired told me I should be afraid. But, after listening to my grandpa and my father, I determined that I never wanted to regret missing an opportunity simply because I was scared. I made eleven skydiving jumps, took Karate, and did things like writing books. I had a crippling fear of speaking in public, and I overcame it to be an effective speaker and preacher. I traveled overseas and changed careers several times because I did not want to regret what I was afraid to experience. It would be okay if I failed, but it would not be acceptable if I did not try.<\/p>\r\n ** I was determined to instill this type of bravery in my children. I wanted them to learn to be confident to answer the phone, speak in public, and make their own decisions. So, when our oldest daughter (Abbey) was young, I started whispering in her ear to \u201cbe brave.\u201d Many years later, I saw a social media post from her that said, \u201cI don\u2019t need a man to slay the dragon\u2014I am the dragon.\u201d She has undoubtedly been courageous in achieving the goals she set out to accomplish, and she is thriving as an RN in the Kansas City area.<\/p>\r\n ** Occasionally, I overheard my children talking. Sometimes, it wasn\u2019t comforting, and other times, it was life-giving. The latter occurred when I heard Abbey whispering to her sister to \u201cbe brave.\u201d<\/p>\r\n ** You cannot imagine how inspiring and uplifting that was! It was one of the greatest moments in my life, and now I have witnessed her teaching bravery to her two daughters and her husband.<\/p>\r\n ** *******Children are sometimes naturally reckless, but bravery must be modeled and taught. Amidst the sea of machismo, crowd-following and foolish behavior can be genuine, character-building bravery. It is authentic, honest, and inspiring. I challenge you to experience true bravery in your journey and to share that challenge with those who look up to you. \u00a0<\/p>\r\n**** Finding Our Voice<\/strong> \u00a0<\/h3>\r\n********* ** My parents told me stories of how I would hide under the coffee table when people came over. I played sports and participated in most activities but always found a way not to talk. When I went to college, I had to take a speech class. I was doing okay in the class, which interested me because it was a new adventure. But I almost flunked the class because I left off over half of a 15-minute speech\u2014I just forgot it!<\/p>\r\n ** Early in my career, a manager called me into her office and informed me of her issue with my performance. She told me I was a good worker but needed to learn to speak to others better, or \u201cit is just not going to work out.\u201d<\/p>\r\n ** She referred me to a group that met on that campus, and I started attending reluctantly after work. It was a little club for people like me. We mostly spoke extemporaneously, which felt like torture. When it was your turn, someone would hand you a topic, and you would have to talk for a minute or two. It felt like an eternity, and I almost vomited a few times. The experience challenged me and caused me to get better. Later, I would join a Toastmasters group while working for another employer. I won a couple of awards and later became president of that group.<\/p>\r\n ** I thought I had conquered my fear until I had to teach from the Bible for the first time. I was being licensed for ministry, and my pastor let me teach a lecture at our church, and again, I felt like I was going to be sick. It got easier over time until I preached my first sermon. With each new challenge came a new level of pain, adjustment, and proficiency (or as close as I could come to it).<\/p>\r\n ** So, one day, when Laura and I started writing about \u201cFinding Our Voice,\u201d I assumed I had already found my voice, especially since I was a pastor and got to say what I thought every Sunday. As I reflected on this after leaving the pastorate, I realized I did not authentically have a voice because I always had to answer the board, the deacons, or the congregation. I subconsciously knew I could only go so far with challenging long-held beliefs. No matter how smart, talented, or insightful I might be, the people wanted their pastor to talk about what they expected him to talk about.<\/p>\r\n ** After deconstructing and leaving the pulpit, I began to understand finding my voice and reflected on how I shared that with my children. I remember a painful conversation with my son, Jordan, when I needed him to tell me about something that happened to him at college. It was like he was experiencing the difficulty I experienced all those years trying to learn to communicate.<\/p>\r\n ** What was it that had to happen in those speeches and conversations? We have to be\u00a0vulnerable<\/em>\u2014it is so important. Bravery and vulnerability go together. I did not know what he would say, and he did not know how I would receive it. Being vulnerable is essential in my writing, healing, and all aspects of my journey. But I also had to teach it to my children. It has something to do with being seen with eyes of grace. When we \u201cspill the beans\u201d and do not die, it heals the shame and creates new confidence.<\/p>\r\n ** We are so vulnerable with our children since we have deconstructed\u2014much less judgmental.<\/p>\r\n ** But finding our voice also births in us a deeper root into\u00a0authenticity.\u00a0<\/em>We can now speak to each other as ourselves without playing a role. Because we now realize how much every person needs their autonomy, we do not play roles or put expectations on them. We are learning to be\u00a0who we are.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\r\n ** Figuring out\u00a0who we are<\/em>\u00a0is difficult after deconstruction. So much of what we identified with before was what we did and what was expected of us. Now that much of that is stripped away, we must ask questions like, \u201cWhat do we really like to do?\u201d \u201cWhat do we really care about?\u201d and \u201cWhat is our truth that needs telling?\u201d The wonderful thing we can now do is ask those questions honestly to our grown children and, for the first time, not have any expectations.<\/p>\r\n ** *********Knowing\u00a0who we are<\/em>\u00a0and discovering who our children are may be one of the greatest gifts to give our family members. \u00a0<\/p>\r\n Learning to Think for Ourselves<\/strong> \u00a0<\/h3>\r\n*********** ** I always said that I wanted them to find their own faith, even when I was deep into ministry. But what I really wanted was for them to find MY faith. Eventually, they were all baptized into the faith I was participating in. What I did not see was, at the same time, I was teaching them to think for themselves. I remember seeing an essay Jordan wrote at college about the legalization of marijuana and realizing he honestly was thinking for himself.<\/p>\r\n ** All our kids moved away from our home, went to college, and established lives for themselves. They all have their own lives, beliefs, and political views. I am so thankful we fostered this passion in them to discover how they feel about various things in life. There were times when it worried me, but now it is the greatest gift we could have given them.<\/p>\r\n ** I remember when we told the girls that we were deconstructing. They just acknowledged that they had been waiting for us to evolve. They were accepting and gracious to us for our past and how we raised them. They took the good things from our experience and found the best of all their experiences. None of us are in the same place on any issue, but we are all thinking for ourselves and accepting each other.<\/p>\r\n ** Controlling our children into believing like us almost never works. Our energy might be better spent fostering love, forgiveness, and compassion for others. It is better to give them analysis tools than to give them what we consider to be treasure.<\/p>\r\n ** My daughter, who stood over me and told me off, was at my house the other day. We sat on the porch with her son, and she composed some music on her guitar to one of my poems about my dog. It was a beautiful night, and I realized how much I respect her. She is brave\u2014she thinks for herself\u2014and she has found her authentic, vulnerable voice.<\/p>\r\n ** But our relationship would not have been the same if I had not evolved through deconstruction and the work I have done in my shadow. Some of my beliefs were toxic, and I needed to be brave and rethink what was important to me. I have become a much more present and authentic Dad and Papa.<\/p>\r\n ** Laura and I joke that we want to be like our kids at various times. It is true. Most of the things we thought we cared about when we were young turned out to be unimportant, just desires of our ego and a fear of what others would think. The good things we are discovering now echo what our children are finding. We are on a brave, exciting journey that includes our children. We hardly ever agree totally, but we have tools of discovery that will lead us all to where we should go. \u00a0<\/p>\r\n ** The only thing we are afraid of now is returning to where we came from. \u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\r\n ** <\/p>\r\n ** Karl Forehand<\/p>\r\n ** ***********\r\n\r\n<\/p>\r\n It\u2019s Going to be Okay<\/a><\/p>\r\n \r\n\r\n<\/p>\r\n The Jezebel Scapegoat Shuffle<\/a><\/p>\r\n \r\n\r\n<\/p>\r\n My Top 10 Suggestions for Theologians<\/a><\/p>\r\n \r\n\r\n<\/p>\r\n Was Jesus well-known in the 1st Century?<\/a><\/p>\r\n \r\n\r\n<\/p>\r\n Colosseums and Cathedrals<\/a><\/p>\r\n