This word has popped up so many times for me this week – that I just can’t ignore it.
First, the psychiatrist that has been assessing me, told me that it is important for people to have connections in their lives, to connect with others and be socialable. Then a book I am reading talked about creating connections within yourself. Thirdly, at my writers meeting on Saturday, Ro Cambridge spoke about making connections to further yourself.
Connections, connections, connections!
1. the act or state of connecting.
2. the state of being connected: the connection between cause and effect.
3. anything that connects; connecting part; link; bond: an electrical connection.
4. association; relationship: the connection between crime and poverty; no connection with any other firm of the same name.
5. a circle of friends or associates or a member of such a circle.
Connection is a real foreign term for me, my life has been spent avoiding connections, or making connections in all the wrong places. It is only now that it is starting to make sense. And I have been so busy developing my internal connections that I neglected a very important part of my family.
He came to me the other day, crying, because he was “lonely”, he felt such intense loneliness, even when surrounded by friends. He said it was affecting his sleep and he felt all squirmy in the guts.
How did I manage to miss this! It was my husband that pointed out to me that my son was craving time with me, and because I had been so focused on getting myself right, I hadn’t thought about him.
So we made a date. After school on Thursday, we would do some drawing together, after he had been on the computer (he has a half hour limit). It was so important to him that we spend time together, that he asked if we could do it before his computer time.
With suffering from depression – because it has been confirmed by a psychiatrist that I have been – I have only been able to focus on myself. I now have to widen my circle and spend time – quality time – with my son, doing things that he enjoys doing, that we both like doing together.
This isn’t a bad thing. It gives me something else to work on – along with my self esteem and depression issues (yeah! surprised me too to learn that I had low self esteem!)
So, remember, connections are good, even with your children. And husband, and wife, and mother, father, siblings. Connections build and strengthen relationships.