The Trap of Expectations

When I left my career and forged a new path in life, I thought I was leaving behind much of what made me unhappy. Now four years later, when I have all the things that I hoped to have in my life (among those things: time with family, a slower-paced life, a chance to write about my experiences and publish them), I expect myself to happy and joyful all the time.

Shockingly, this is not the case. My life is not always full of bliss. When I am stressed out and upset, the expectation that I SHOULD be happy all the time kicks in.

For the sake of my own growth, I decided to write down some of the things I expect from myself:

*I will be a patient and loving parent who treats children with respect and dignity all the time.

*I will be happy and upbeat no matter what happens.

*I will never, ever yell.

*I will be able to calmly articulate my needs to Rob, Martel and Greyson rather than holding them inside and getting angry later.

*I will be positive about the future and not worry about money or time, because somehow it will all work out.

*I will be able to easily balance my role as an income generator with the role of being an available and accessible parent whenever Martel and Greyson need me.

*I will be able to identify when I am being triggered and remove myself from any situation before I am frustrated and angry.

*I will always “walk the talk” of social justice and social change.

*I will be able to identify the harmful socialization I have experienced and unlearn that socialization so that it never impacts Martel and Greyson and any other children in my life.

Just the act of writing these expectations down and then reading them helps me to see how absurd and unobtainable they are. And yet, they still live in my head and impact how I see myself.

I have made progress in having fewer expectations of Martel and Greyson, but much less progress in the expectations I have of myself. It is easier to practice radical acceptance for the children in my life, than it is for my own growth and development.

When we are children, love and acceptance by adults are conditional upon how we behave and what we do. I think it is rare that children are truly accepted for who they are in our society. In fact, our socialization as parents tells us that it is our duty to NOT accept children as they are, but to mold and condition them so that they can take their rightful place as adults.

Our culture sets expectations as a normal part of our learning and socialization. We learn what is expected at home. We learn what is expected at school. We learn what is expected at work. If we want to receive love and acceptance from those around us, we strive to meet those expectations.

We have children and then we make sure they understand society’s expectations. The cycle continues unbroken unless we question not only the idea of having expectations, but also the kinds of expectations that are lodged in our heads.

How can I break the cycle within me? I have been slowly trying to rid myself of the idea of having expectations. It is hard. Martel and Greyson are my biggest teachers when the expectations in my head get in the way of my life with them.

My feelings are also a barometer for when I am bumping up against this socialization. When I am angry, it can be a signal to me to leave and begin to think about why I am angry.

Writing is another process for me in unlearning this dominant socialization. Talking with other parents who are actively questioning and reading about others who are doing the same. My learning spiral continues, each and everyday and I continue to be humbled by this unlearning and learning process.

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