Happy Take Your Daughters To Therapy Day

Last week, I had a session with my "life coach." That's what people are calling shrinks these days. It makes us sound less crazy.

Desi was out of town again for work. The sitters were all busy and I didn't want to cancel my appointment since I think my therapist likes me better than all of her other clients. So Thing 1 and Thing 2 would have to come with me.

My life coach's name is Marilyn. She's pretty cool. I wasn't sure at first, because she didn't seem very funny. I'm really not compatible with people who have no sense of humor. But I guess she's probably a little depressed from listening to the crazies like me all day. We're cool now and I usually have her cracking up over my stories. I also make her cry sometimes when I tell her other stories. You know. Kind of like I do here with you. *winks*

I started seeing Marilyn, my rent-a-friend about 2 months ago after my big fat meanie Gramma Dearest passed away. If you're thinking to yourself, "Lucy, that's a terrible thing to say about your gran gran!" you should read a few of my older posts. Then you'll be shaking your head in agreement chanting, "Hell, yah she was!"

I wasn't sure what to tell the girls, Thing 1 and 2 about Marilyn. I just knew I didn't want them asking any embarrassing questions when we got there.

Do I tell them she's a doctor so they can interrogate me about what's wrong with me? 

Do I tell them she's a life coach, which they wouldn't even get anyway? 

Do I tell them...the truth???

I explained to them on the way to my appointment that she's kind of like my teacher. I told them she teaches me about stuff like, how not to freak out when they trash the whole entire house 10 seconds after I spent 17 hours cleaning up their crap. And how guilt is a destructive emotion. And how she is also helping me get my shiz in order now that I'm closing my business soon and going back to work in the real world. And how she is  helping me with my (air quotes) issues. It's awesome how they get sarcasm.

They both totally understood and that was that. We arrived at the office. You know how kids notice everything they aren't supposed to and nothing they should?

Thing 1 immediately noticed the bathroom key sitting on the office counter top.




"What's that, mommy?"

"Oh, that's the bathroom key."

"What's that big wooden thing on it for?"

"Oh, that? So the key doesn't get lost. Some of Marilyn's students are learning how not to steal. They're called kleptos."

Thing 2 was busy opening and closing drawers on the plastic kid table incessantly. I'm guessing she may have a touch of my O.C.D.

Marilyn called us in and offered the Things some coloring books and crayons. I didn't want to get into anything too deep since the girls were with. Marilyn offered to let them play behind the protective glass with the receptionists. I considered it, but then I decided to let them stay. I shouldn't be embarrassed about being here, right? There's nothing wrong with asking for a little help with things that are bothering me, right? To have a few issues, right? I wanted my daughters to know this. I am not weak. I am strong. But even I could use a little help once in a while.

The session was good. I talked about how I am going to have to have a massive yard sale to get rid of the crap from my business in June because we don't ever waste anything. And how my family saves everything and it's starting to take over my house. At this, Thing 1 looked up from her coloring and vigorously nodded her head in agreement. I'm a hoarder. And a former teacher. And Desi and I have 20+ years worth of crap together. It's a little overwhelming.

Marilyn listened and gave me her advice. She said to stop thinking about it as a one-time-job. It's a process that takes time. Practice. Little by little. Then she said, "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." which made me snort. You know, because of my elephants. We talked about a few other things too. We talked about her vacation and how to get the 30% coupon code for Kohl's online every time even when you only get 15% off in the mail. We talk about her a lot. I don't mind. I figure she could probably use a life coach too. We finished up our session and I packed the Things' things up to go home.

On the way out Thing 2 said to me, "She's nice. I like her."

And Thing 1 added, "Yah, I even felt better about getting rid of some of my toys and stuff. We should come here more often!"

That made me feel happy. And a little less embarrassed. I am doing the right things to deal with my shiz. And I'm showing them it's o.k. not to be perfect. To ask for help when we need it. To not fear the elephants in the room. Face them, only probably don't eat them like Marilyn suggested. Yuck.

And so...

I am declaring today, National Take Your Daughters To Therapy Day. Because I can.


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20 comments:

  1. Dude, you are brave. I am more than sure my son would have taken over the whole session, and then proceeded to tell my therapist all of the things that are wrong with me.

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    1. Jen, that's stinkin' thinkin'. There is nothing wrong with either of us. We're just honest enough to admit we aren't perfect.

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  2. She must be rad, if she accidentally helped Thing 1 just by osmosis.

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    1. Yep. She is rad. Totes. I can't believe I said "totes."

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  3. When you said she was a "life coach" and then showed the picture of the wooden paddle ... well, lets just say my thoughts went in a completely different direction.

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  4. Too funny that she brought up elephants. I love that your girls are so with it. They sound great. My "life coach" still calls herself a therapist- maybe I should seek another.

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    1. Mine doesn't call herself that, I do. Sounds less embarrassing. She told me she didn't really "get" what life coaches do. I guess I'll have to teach her about that. ;-)

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  5. I like how you told them: "she teaches me about stuff like, how not to freak out when they trash the whole entire house 10 seconds after I spent 17 hours cleaning up their crap." Whenever you can blame your kids. That's what I like to do. Yesterday, we went on a kind of "family date night." We went out to a park & then for dinner w/ the kids b/c I NEEDED to do something fun for a change instead of laundry & sitting in front of this damn computer. It was a beautiful day & as we were walking my husband took my hand, which was nice except Crazy was walking directly in front of me & he walks slow so I had to walk slowly too, but my husband never adjusted his speed so he was basically walking in front of me pulling my arm, and when I said so he got mad at me & when we got in the car we were snippy w/ each other & Crazy goes, "I'm sorry. It's my fault you are arguing." And I said, "That's right."
    I also want to know if you actually told your kids she is helping me get my "shizz" in order.
    Therapy is good. I love it. I was in it for a long time. Totally helped me. I'm thinking about making up some problems just so I can go back.

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    1. lol! I love your comments! I don't say "shizz," I say "issues" with air quotes. I can only hope to be in a place where I have need to make up issues. But then what will I write about?

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  6. Oh, I can't even imagine what stories would emerge if I took my girls with me to therapy. They're very creative....sigh....

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    1. I gave them a firm directive. No talking. At all.

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  7. Love this post! I sometimes take my son with me to therapy, but he's only two so all he does is play with toys and interrupt me while I try to get my healing on. I like how you explained that the therapist is like your teacher. It is so cute that they want to go back! P.S. That elephant quote gets me every time. Thanks so much for linking up with Your Place @ Equis Place!

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    1. Thank YOU, for hosting the link-up. I can't wait to share you more with my new friends. And, thank you for your supportive comments. Everyone should have a therapist, in my opinion. <3

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    2. I totally agree that everyone should have a therapist! I'm consistently encouraging my friends and family members to get mental health services. I think it would make the world a much better place.

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  8. I laughed through this whole thing. The key is hysterical!!

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    1. So nice to see you here, Julie! I hope I haven't mucked up your work too much. I get bored and then I rearrange the furniture. I should stop doing that. ;-)

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  9. Key...also doubles as torture device. Had a Catholic school flashback and my butt sorta hurt.

    I took my oldest sink with me to my "life coach's" office once when he was really young. He's 13 and he still remembers it. I think he's figure it out, dangit.

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  10. Isn't a life coach someone who has gone through all of the schooling to be a counselor, but hasn't taken the test to be certified as a counselor? I think it's awesome that you get to bring your kids with you. I wish they had someone like that here. I'm glad you like her. I think that might be the most important part!

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  11. The post was professionally written and I feel like the author has extensive knowledge in this subject. Inspiring, as well. Thanks for sharing such inspiring experience with us. Great blog, congrats! jay cataldo coach

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