Jacob Nordby believes that a key to our personal happiness and success lies buried in unconscious Mommy Issues.
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Before we begin, let’s get something
straight. We all have mommy issues. We can’t help it.
We ALL incarnated through the
fleshly portal called a mother.
Every single one of us alive on
earth today had a safe, insulated womb experience, got pushed out between mom’s
legs and landed as a screaming, sticky bundle in an unfamiliar place.
We all got to have separation
anxieties, power struggles and coming-of-age conflicts.
In fact, Freud, the embattled
Colossus of modern psychology, invested a great deal of his study on the
challenging relationship humans have with their mothers.
Some of us have fond memories of a
mother who raised us with such love and care that she remains a sort of paragon
on a pedestal to whom no one could ever compare.
Others of us had a raging,
out-of-control wreck of a human for a mother who tore a path of pain and
destruction through our lives.
I am extra conscious of this as I
write these words, but regardless of how wonderful or horrible your mother was,
you have Mommy Issues.
I have a wonderful mother who
cherished me and did everything she knew to help me become a viable human.
Key phrase: “everything she knew”.
She showed up in this world carrying
her own issues.
Some of those she resolved and some
she passed along to me.
A couple of them were crippling for
many years in my life.
I will swing back and tell you a bit
about my own journey with this in a minute but first I want to dive right into
what I promised to tell you in the title.
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Before I started writing this
article, I posted the title on Facebook and invited women to comment on the
main themes they have dealt with in men’s lives on the topic.
I expected to get some response, but
I had no idea what a visceral, painful oil drum full of
snakes I had cracked open.
That thread is still running hot as
I write these words.
I almost re-titled this piece: 10,000
Crippling Mommy Issues You Can’t Afford To Ignore.
As it turns out, mommy issues are
like Medusa’s hairdo.
These snakes show up everywhere in
life and affect our work, our intimate relationships, how we parent, and how we
experience ourselves when we are all alone.
Here are some of the crippling
hotspots I discovered:
- I’m Afraid Of Strong Women – men who deal with this had mothers with big, domineering personalities.
They were
cowed into submission as children and to one degree or another they became
terrified of women who know how to assert themselves.
This is
crippling because men afflicted by this Mommy Issue can never handle an equal
partnership with a woman – and often with a man, either.
They will
either grovel along behind or they will only choose dynamics in which they are
clearly dominant.
As a
result, they never get to experience the thrill of pulling alongside someone in
the same direction and at full power.
They will
settle for a solitary life or one which is bogged down by unequal and entangled
relationships at home and at work.
- I’m Looking For My Mommy To Take Care Of Me – men who haven’t processed this one are the bane of their partners’ existence.
Their
mothers created a weak, co-dependent situation in which their sons were never
required to learn responsibility.
They don’t
know how to make decisions, they are oblivious to the needs of others, and
usually can be found at the end of a trail of discarded socks, half-hearted
careers, and fizzled relationships.
These men
either have a terrible time with knowing when or how to take control of a
situation – or they overcompensate for their own fear in inappropriate ways.
This is
crippling because they never get the chance to hatch into the full-grown
warrior which is the birthright of the actualized male nature.
By
“warrior”, I don’t mean an aggressive, hostile, war-mongering asshole.
I mean
decisive, powerful, full-throated manhood in its glory.
- No One Will Ever Be As Good As My Mom – almost no men with this issue will admit it.
In fact,
they often have bitter relationships with their own mothers, but somehow
compare all other potential intimate partners to this paragon-on-a-pedestal.
Some
aspect of this Mommy finds its way into the workplace, into the bedroom, and
into the world at large.
Since no
one will ever be as good as mother, most women fall under the pall of disrespect
by these men.
This is
crippling because they never get to truly “see” the beauty and unique
perfection in anyone around them – especially women.
This
“mommy issue” is probably the closest to the Oedipal Complex of any I’ve
mentioned yet.
This article could run into at least
one book – probably many.
Obviously, I haven’t even explored
the tip of this particular iceberg.
I invite you to share your own
thoughts, disagreement, or favorite Mommy Issue as a comment below.
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But before I wrap this up, I want to
tell you how worthwhile the journey through this particular shadow cave is.
At age 37 I found myself curled up
in bed one day sobbing.
I had an image of myself as a
strong, successful man.
I had fathered children, started
businesses and made my own way in the world for almost two decades.
But that day I was too tired to
escape the nagging question which had eaten at my guts the whole time.
I was at the end of my rope and bone
weary of presenting a strong face to the world while always feeling like a terrified
little boy inside my suit.
No matter how hard I worked, or what
achievements I accomplished, I was scared and sure that someone would discover
that I was a fraud.
Then the jig would be up and I would
be punished.
This led me to unconsciously sabotage
some of my most important endeavors.
“Why am I so fucked
up?” The question rang inside me and I had no power to hide from
it.
Because my mind was too exhausted to
keep telling my concocted tale anymore, my armor fell off.
I found myself far back in memory.
A five year old boy was being
punished for a misdeed he didn’t know he had committed. He was crushed.
The mother he worshiped – and who in
some ways worshiped him – had become a cruel Inquisitor.
It wasn’t just this single incident,
of course.
That was the anchor which held the
energy of this pain and confusion, though.
I sat for a long time with this
little child-of-me and held him.
I told him he was safe and innocent,
that he didn’t need to be afraid anymore.
I had to own the fact which I had
been hiding from myself that I was angry with my mother.
I had carried this fear with me down
through the years and it had shaped my life in hard-to-reconcile ways.
This became the trailhead to a new
path for me.
A little at a time I began to allow
myself to grow up internally.
I found that I could deal with
conflict and not flee in a panic.
I could look a strong woman in the
eyes. I could speak my own truth.
I have told my mother this story and
she was horrified to think that she had caused me such pain.
The trouble with viewing these
situations through rational, adult minds is that we deny the way children see
the world.
A child’s mind is forming along with
their self-concept. As a result, seemingly minor events can loom large because
they hold symbolic power.
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There is so much more to talk about
here, of course.
The very fact of our intimacy with
Mother… is because she wove us inside her body means that these issues run deep
and are often hidden in the shadow of our psyches.
But the world is asking us to have
courage.
We are begging each other to face
these possibly irrational but powerful fears and ask of them what we must know
if we would be whole, actualized beings.
As Joseph Campbell once wrote, “The
cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
This is never more true than in the
case of dealing with our Mommy Issues.
Inside that shadow is our finest
stuff and our true power to live fully.
And regardless of how great or
horrible our mothers might have been on an objective scale, we must honor them
for being the doorway through which we entered this world.
Without them, we couldn’t be here;
we couldn’t embark upon our own Hero’s Journey and find our personal Holy
Grail.
Each of us has been given that
opportunity by our mothers. Healing and self discovery is the worthy quest of a
lifetime and for the entry point to this we thank them.–
Re-Membering
Life
by Jacob Nordby
by Jacob Nordby
“Hello,”
Life says, “Remember me?
We started out together here
When you were just a bundle
Of innocent amazement.
Remember how you saw the world
With nothing but wonder?
We started out together here
When you were just a bundle
Of innocent amazement.
Remember how you saw the world
With nothing but wonder?
We were such rowdy playmates then.
We painted on the sky with clouds
And made magic out of
Clothespins and peanut butter.
Remember, can you, how I became stained and heavy
With trouble?
Not safe now. Lots of no.
They dressed me in painful clothes
And made you wear them, too.
You don’t
recognize me, do you
But I’ve never abandoned you
Or lost my wild, happy desire
To show you
Play with you
Kiss you
Hide and seek down twisty paths
And always discover more.
But I’ve never abandoned you
Or lost my wild, happy desire
To show you
Play with you
Kiss you
Hide and seek down twisty paths
And always discover more.
Want to
run away with me again?
Shall we elope without ever leaving
Because that’s possible, you know.
Shall we elope without ever leaving
Because that’s possible, you know.
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