Healing the Divine Masculine Wound
When my youngest was diagnosed with ADHD, I didn’t want him medicated. I kept changing his school instead.
He struggled to sit in chairs, behind desks, take notes by hand, transition from one activity to another throughout the day. So I looked for hippier and hippier options where he could have more and more freedom from the requirements that were causing so much distress.
But what became apparent, over time, was that he actually craved the very structure I had been systematically removing from his daily life. The looser the framework became, the more out of control and overwhelmed he felt.
I had demonized something and then sought its extreme opposite as a remedy.
Sometimes we do this — we leap from one side of the spectrum to the other in an attempt to course correct what’s out of alignment. This kind of leaping is not the same thing as seeking support for our struggles. It’s often motivated by the internal pressure to FIX.
What’s wrong — how can I fix it?
This has been a big theme in my parenting experience, spoken in an exasperated, defeated internal voice like: WHAT NOW?! It’s culminated in a profound realization that there is very little I can fix.
Fixing is almost always problematic for us. It implies brokenness. Cars and…
