My Very Own Saviour
When I was a kid, I had a family member who doted on me. He worried about everything that had to do with me. Like if my teacher raised her voice at me. Or if I hadn’t eaten enough protein or if I needed to buy red shoes so nobody laughed me because everyone else had red shoes. It was fun for a while, until I grew up. Then it became annoying and I couldn’t wait to get away from him.
I learnt to hide quarrels with friends or fights at school because he would give suggestions about how to have the upper hand in a fight or how to write better poetry. he would list a dozen reasons why someone was not good enough to be my friend and argue with teachers that complained about me. I just wanted him to let me be so I could find my own way. Sometimes he got the message and at other times he didn’t but he never managed to stay out of it for long. It drove a wedge between us and soured what could have been a wonderful relationship.
The Apple Never Falls Far from the Tree
Fast forward a few years and I was telling my friends what to do and how to do it. Suggesting they break up with this boyfriend, learn how to play the guitar because they were promising or take some other course because it made more sense. I’m sure I’ve written break-up speeches for a few friends in the past. I lost friends felt i was trying to run their lives and i would console myself that I didn’t need them but it still stung. it wasn’t long before I realized that i was acting just like that family member. i was in self denial for a while and I was determined to stop it
Acknowledging that I’ve got to Quit
Turns out stopping was a lot harder than I thought. telling myself that I needed to quit wasn’t helping. i am older now and my friends are in more serious circumstances than BFFs or cheating boyfriends. It’s marriages on the brink now and abusive husbands or interfering in-laws and mean bosses. I can’t keep lying in bed worrying about other people’s problems and how to save them.
Maybe they don’t need saving and if they do then maybe they need to realize it first, or better still they can save themselves.
It’s hard. Really hard but I’m mastering the art of not been a Saviour. i’m learning to just sit and really listen to people complaining or sharing. This way i can actually hear the things that aren’t been said. Like when the person doesn’t really want your help even if they’re asking for it or when their fear comes from a deeper place and it’s something they need to work out themselves. I understand that family member better now and i feel quite guilty about the way i handled our relationship. I’m focusing on other things like myself, family, world peace and taking life one day at a time.