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Transitions and Nonviolence

It’s 6:30 AM on a Saturday.  The family is asleep.  I’m partially asleep.  The world is covered with snow from a late night flurry.  Or whatever you call it when snow falls.  Was it a storm?  Who knows.

It’s quiet in the way only an early morning with a fresh snow can be.

It’s been a hard few months.  The transition from California to the Midwest, from perfect weather every day to summer heat to winter cold,  from working in an office to being home with the kids, from being home with the kids to job hunting (because the cost of living actually went up out here), from spending all day with Katie to sending her to daycare a couple of times each week (which I hate), has been tough.

My counselor back in California will tell you that I don’t do well with transitions.

And it’s true.  I don’t.  I don’t like them.  I’m tired all the time.  I feel disconnected from my friends back in California for whom life is moving on.  I feel defensive with Juan who seemed to forget what a horrible housekeeper I actually am.  I feel frustrated with the kids who certainly have their own agendas most of the time.  I feel sad that I am so caught up with the daily grind that I can’t seem to find time to make friends here, which in turn leaves me feeling isolated and lonely.  I feel attacked and criticized and sad.  The kids are fighting, Juan is pissed off at the kids, the dog is sick, and things are just generally not going well.

It's 6:30 in the morning. I'm tired, grumpy, and apparently in the mood to write.
It’s 6:30 in the morning. I’m tired, grumpy, and apparently in the mood to write.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my friend Paris.  She’s a labor and deliver nurse, IBCLC, soon to be midwife, and someone I look up to.  She always knows how to say things just right.

She’s been talking for ages about this Nonviolent Communication thing.  I don’t know that much about it, but I guess it’s part of what helps Paris always know what to say when things get tough.

I haven’t wanted to learn more about it.  Wanting to learn more might be an admission that something is wrong with me.  It might mean that I’ve got a weakness and someone might take advantage of it.

Recently on a facebook group for moms that I moderate, some drama broke out.  There was gossip, backstabbing, and general nastiness.  A dear friend from grade school who is Muslim (you are in my heart every day Afifa) taught me that in Islam backbiting, talking nasty about people you pretend to be friends with, is one of the greatest sins.  That is something I have carried with me since 7th grade, and so when I started seeing that in the group, I started trying to shut it down.  There was a backlash, and in the end, I was so hurt by what happened subsequently that I ended up leaving the group.  A group I created.

So now it’s a double-down situation.  Learning more about Nonviolent Communication means that I may need to bear some responsibility for how things ended in that group when I feel completely victimized.

I ended up messaging Paris and very casually asking, “So if someone wanted to learn more about NVC, where would they start.”

Now, I’m here with three books all staring at me like accusing cats:  Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life by Marshall B. Rosenberg, Nonviolent Communication Companion Workbook by Lucy Leu, Connecting Across Differences: A Guide to Compassionate, Nonviolent Communication By Jane Marantz Connor, Dian Killian

(By the way, here’s a link to the books in my Amazon Affiliate store. Purchases through here earn me a very small commission.)

I want to start reading these books, but I don’t want to admit that I want to start reading them.

Also, to be perfectly honest, I really stink at finishing non-fiction books.  There generally aren’t enough dragons in them to keep me interested.

But something needs to change.  I want a peaceful, happy home.  I don’t like feeling hurt and defensive all the time.

I’m tired of feeling sad.

Have any of you read these books?  Did you feel like your outlook and home life changed at all? Did they make a difference

Snowfall making all things quietly beautiful
Snowfall making all things quietly beautiful
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5 thoughts on “Transitions and Nonviolence”

  1. I’m also not one for transitions, it’s very, very, very hard for me! My husband and I are talking about leaving the Chicago area some day and moving somewhere where it’s warmer. :) Isolation and loneliness are prone to set in with any mother home with their children, even when they have a group of close friends. I can’t imagine how that would intensify moving to an area where you are starting all over! Blessings to you and your family!

    1. Thank you so much Sonja. I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a hard time with transitions, although that kind of sounds bad now that I type it out. I’m not glad you have a tough time, but it feels less lonely to know I am not the only one. There is something great to be said for warmer weather. The kids love the snow, but Juan and I are missing the year round beach weather.

      1. I’m always glad to see you blogging and hear how you all are doing! :) Hope things improve soon – I know how disheartening it is to feel isolated and discouraged!! :)

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