Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Don't Wait for the Funeral

Last night I hosted a Lia Sophia (jewelry) party at my house...this is big for me because I'm not a huge fan of hosting parties like this, especially if they involve too much cooking...but I digress.  Anyway, the rep who was selling the jewelry started out in the usual way..."Will everyone introduce yourselves to the group and tell us how you know Julie."  Okay, sounds easy enough.  But then....she made one more request.  "And please tell us 1 thing that you admire about Julie."  Uhhhh, I wasn't expecting that.  I made a little joke about how I promise I didn't put her up to that...and then I looked to see who was the first person in the circle. 

Side note:  I hate being the first person in the circle when asked to do something like that because you get No warning and Not enough time to think of something really good.  Especially if it's a hard question like "tell us something funny about this person" or "tell us something no one else may know."  Okay, really?  That takes a little time...and sometimes a Lot of time to come up with something....and then you're on the spot looking stupid if you have to think.  Then the anxiety from the silence makes it hard to think....and round and round you go.

Okay...back to the circle.  Will this be awkward?  Who is first...whew!  It's my mother...and next to her is my grandmother (who was so dear to come support my party even though she doesn't wear jewelry!).  So, my potential awkwardness subsides.  Surely my mother won't have to think too long about what she admires about me.  And she didn't.  But I didn't expect the answer I got.  "I admire Julie for getting this house so clean because I was here yesterday and it was a Pit!"  *gasp*  "Mother!"  Definitely got a laugh though.  So much for family secrets, I guess.  To be fair, she was being serious in that I had worked all day and still managed to get the house ready for company, which would have been hard for her, hence...something she admired.  I love you Mom....thanks for keeping it real! 

Then on to Grandma who said something sweet about the first time she saw me, and the circle continued.  Now onto friends.  Hopefully the laughing at my mother's comment and the Awww's I got during my grandmother's turn gave the other people enough time to think of something!  Then things turned surprisingly sweet & sincere.  I heard things about how organized I was, how well I raise my children, about my good financial & business sense, my diligence to working out, my overall friendliness, and my relationship with Jesus.  Woah.  I didn't expect how this made me feel.  Quite the center of attention, which isn't the most comfortable place for me to sit....and a little overwhelmed by all the sweet words, which I knew were genuine.  I made a quick joke about how I felt like I was at my funeral or something!  That got some laughs, then we were off to some fun jewelry shopping for the rest of the evening.

However, I can't stop thinking about it.  We usually do wait until someone's funeral to say all kinds of nice things about them.  Why is that?  Maybe the opportunity doesn't often present itself.  Maybe it's not quite comfortable.  Maybe it's that we don't often take the time to think of something to say.  Maybe we think that person already knows how we feel.  It does take more effort...more effort than just enjoying their company or participating in a dialog.  It's a little out of our box...just enough out of our box to keep us from doing it much.  "I love you" is different than something you admire.  That takes a special effort.  And we are willing and eager to go through that effort after we have lost someone we love, because it helps us grieve them.  But when you think about it, isn't that kind of self-centered?  We are eager to bless someone when we need it, but are a little oblivious when they need it.

I remember a couple years ago when someone from our small group at church suddenly died.  She struggled a lot with her self-esteem...but when I listened to what sweet things everyone was saying about her (me included) I was a bit sad that we didn't say those things to her when she was here.  Maybe she would have thought differently about herself if we were (I was) more diligent to tell her those things when she was alive.  Well, after being on the receiving end of all those blessings and realizing what a big difference it can make to someone's outlook, I plan to change that.  I'm glad I didn't have to wait until my funeral for those words to be expressed about me.  They bless me so much more now than they will then...obviously!  So, my goal?....to enrich other lives around me not just by showing them I love them, but telling them why I love them.  Maybe it will change someone...you never know.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Recovering Control Addict

My mind is an interesting place to be...I think.  Not interesting in the sense that I think I am super interesting...but interesting in that I think on things that probably no one ever thinks about. 

I regularly refer to myself as a Recovering Control Addict.  It's not a label I'm proud of, and it has caused its share of problems in my life.  I see myself as "in Recovery".  I'm not sure what "chip" number I'd be on if they actually had a support group for such people but I might be around the 5-year mark.  I guess that's how long I've been "sober" from the grip of having to control my environment.  David and I laugh about it now.  There is an upside to this condition...at least it feels that way to me (I guess you'll have to ask those around me to get the real truth on that one).  My nature is to see the details of everything.  I manage details well.  I can see details that need to be addressed before they come up...if I'm organizing something, I can plan it out in my head so that I can spot the holes.  David on the other hand is the big picture guy.  Many times I have gotten overwhelmed in the details of something and can't see the forest for the trees...and then he saves the day by showing me what seems so obvious to him.  David to the rescue!  Then I can get back to the business of getting the details worked out. 

So back to my addiction, if I see a better way of doing something...I want to say something.  If there's a faster way to get somewhere or a more efficient way of accomplishing any task...I want to tell you!  Don't you want to know how you can do that thing better than you are?  Hmmmm...you see my problem?  Okay, so I feel like I've earned my sobriety chip because now I don't always tell you what I'm thinking.  Isn't that nice of me?....right.  Didn't I say there was an upside?  Oh yeah...the upside is that I do tend to be super-efficient in most tasks I set out to accomplish and I can snuff out the inefficiencies really fast...and I can see several steps ahead and plan for it.  These are handy traits in the workplace and when planning 2-week family road trips (have you followed my trips on facebook...those take 3 months to plan!), as well as being helpful in other areas.  On the other side, I have really learned to let go...let go of my need to have you do something the way I would...let go of how it may affect me if we get somewhere 15 minutes later...let go when I see inefficiencies that are really not a big deal.  On a side note, one thing that really makes me feel loved is when David asks me, "Which direction do you think would be the fastest?" or "What do you think is the best order for us to run these errands?"  Really?!?  You want me to tell you what I think?  I'd be happy to!  One time I asked him why he wanted my feedback and he said, "Because the way you do things is usually pretty good!"  Melted my heart....

Okay, so lately as I've been driving in my car...things cross my mind...about driving.  Actual driving.  I think about all the things I have learned about driving that you can't get in driver's ed.  All the things you learn through experience...like when you are driving in 3 lanes of traffic and you want to merge into the center lane, you have to look in the far lane as well to make sure no one else is wanting to merge into the same spot.  See, I told you my mind was an interesting place to be!  Well...maybe that's not the word you would use.  Okay, so my oldest son is 10...which means in 5 years he will be in the driver's seat while I am slamming the imaginary brake in the passenger seat.  I am already trying to prepare for those days so that I don't revert into old habits.  But I can already see that it's going to be tough because the consequenses of bad driving are not just getting somewhere 15 minutes late. 

So, to satisfy my need to control that environment (and by that I mean pass along my well-earned wisdom on the subject) while still maintaining a let-it-go attitude...I have a plan.  I plan to casually share my wisdom in very small pieces over the next few years...while he is still young enough to think I actually know something!  Just like when you explain smoking to an 8 year old...you say "That is bad for you" and you say it in varying ways over the years so that hopefully when they are old enough to choose for themselves, you have imprinted your wisdom into their mind enough that it sticks!  I already see that with my boys and driving!  Here are some comments I have already heard from the backseat:  "Look mom, that guy on the motorcycle is not wearing a helmet!"  "Mom, they have their dog in the back of that truck.  That's dangerous!"  "Look mom, that lady is texting on her phone!"  I just smile when I hear these comments, because it means my plan is working!  Wisdom being successfully transferred from mother to son!  I have to hurry up though...10 is not far away from the yucky years when I all of a sudden have no idea what I'm talking about.

So , that's what's going on in my head lately...at least while I'm driving.  How can I possibly teach all I know about driving to my kids so they will be fantastic and safe drivers? (Usually I'm thinking this while some teenager almost causes a wreck in front of me).  Okay, I'm realistic enough to know that will not happen...but I'm controlling enough to give it a shot.  There's got to be a balance...right?