In a recent post on attachment parenting I offered the notion of “containment parenting,” as a middle ground, at least in terms of verbiage, between “attachment” (which perhaps, to some, sounds a bit too involved, fussy or enmeshed) and some abstract opposite, such as “non-attachment” (which might sound good if you’re hanging with Thich Nhat Hahn, but not with an infant). A reader inquired if I could say more about “containment parenting,” and while I could suggest an old post on the colander and the bowl, a poem made its way into my head. At least it’s easier reading than my typical post 🙂 …
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I fell in love with a
Brown-eyed girl
Who had a brown shirt
In New York city
I saw that same shirt
In a Soho shop,
Soft brown cotton on Sullivan
Street. It was dear indeed
But I wanted to be just
Like her. Cotton as soft
As her lover’s touch,
And I wore it until
It fell apart. And we were
Left to love without shirts
On our backs until children
Held on tight: monkey arms,
Piggy rides and broken banks
Parenting soft like that brown
Shirt. Softly holding until
A butterfly drifts up and away
From your sun-warmed hands
Off to explore the garden
And back again for snacks
Her eyes sparkled brown except
When enraged. Then they flashed
Green at the bars of her cage
Until they were mirrors
And the world and the stage
And we all loved each other
so much that we sometimes wept
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And on that note I close 2010—wishing all those who happen across these words Brightness, Good Cheer, freedom from fear, the realization that true desires are already fulfilled, All Good Wishes and, most of all, Love.
Namaste, BD