Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Choosing

Yes, I'm still delighted with Sophy. I love discovering how clever she can be—and how sweet. We've had a tussle or two over who is alpha but we're getting that sorted out too—in a loving way. Gently. With firm boundaries but not anger. I see her exploring issues of safety and abandonment and am glad that I can provide her the love and safety she deserves.

As I've watched various things happen this past week, I find myself thinking that one good thing about being a survivor is that we are—I think—far more likely to be willing to question our own assumptions and to look for ways to grow and stretch our comfort zones.

I have watched my ex-husband's family fuss about my daughter coming to visit her grandmother and have talked with her about how we cannot change anyone—we can only choose who we want to be and act in ways that are consistent with what we value most. We've talked about not letting the ideas of others limit us and stepping back, taking a deep breath and trusting that we will find solutions.

I've watched my daughter play with Sophy and seen what comfort that brings both of them.

I've talked with friends who are going through difficult moments and reminded myself of the costs of being dogmatic and angry and the power in being willing to let go of those things and trust that each day the path will reveal itself.

As I've interacted with Sophy and looked for ways to successfully integrate her into my life, I've noticed that when I start to get upset, it all gets worse and when I am willing instead to let go and love, I can figure out what will work best—for both of us.

There is power in choosing who we want to be and how we want to live our lives. There is comfort in knowing we are living in a way that is consistent with what we most value.

Now for a Sophy story. You knew there was going to be one, didn't you? Today I left Sophy alone for an hour—the longest since I brought her home. Put her in a room with a gate at the doorway. Came home to be greeted AT THE DOOR by Sophy. The clever girl had figured out how to pull the gate open on one side (it's only pressure mounted) and slip through the opening. Now since there were no accidents and she hadn't gotten into or damaged anything, I wasn't as upset as I might have been. If anything, I have to keep from laughing at how clever she is. She was extremely pleased with herself, I might add, and who could blame her?

Sending blessings and safe and gentle ((((((hugs))))))),
April_optimist

8 comments:

Clueless said...

Thank you to you and Sophy for making me smile today.

Kahless said...

Sophy did exactly the same as my young Holly did as a pup.

Dogs are smart. And so full of love. Isnt it great you always get a loving greeting when you get home.

keepers said...

she sounds quite clever and we bet her tail was wagging when you got home also!

peace and blessings

keepers

Karma said...

There is power in choosing who we want to be. I sometimes forget that power. :)

And I miss my dog!

gypsy-heart said...

I loved this post..I think it may be one of your sweetest and wisest yet!

See Sophy the guru is already working her magic! :)

All is better in my world now..thank goodness.

I loved your Sophy story and I am looking forward to more, because I have no doubt there will be plenty. eh, eh, eh

Perfect said...

Great post. Thanks for words of wisdom and a sweet story!

jumpinginpuddles said...

dogs heal so many people and cause rifts to close funny isnt it a creature that cant talk says more by not talkign than us who try

April_optimist said...

Clueless, Sophy makes me smile every day so I'm glad to pass on the favor.

Kahless, LOL! Yup, I love the way she's so happy to see me.

Keepers, Yes, she was very pleased with herself. See my latest blog for another of her tricks.

Karma, Yes, there is power in choosing. I'm so sorry you no longer have your dog.

Gypsy-Heart, Yup, more stories. Glad you're okay and things are back to normal where you are.

Perfect. Thank you.

Jumping in Puddles, Yes. I'm fascinated by how clearly Sophy makes herself understood.