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If You Don’t Laugh, You’ll Cry (How I Keep On Truckin’ In Rough Times)

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Monday, July 5th, 2010

You’ve probably heard the phrase, “If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry?” Well, it’s very relevant to my life right now. In a previous post, I shared our family’s recent adventures in deciding to relocate to California:  from our house not selling to breaking down on the side of the road on the way to our new state. While that post was deliciously cathartic to write, it also prompted me to think about how I got through it and am still standing. Because really, we all go through “adventures” that are stressful. Life can be like that. Come to think of it, parenting can be like that. So know that I don’t have any grand delusions that my recent experiences were unique to me! Here’s some of what I did to come out on the other side of some pretty stressful events.

  1. I let myself feel angry, frustrated, overwhelmed, sad, and afraid. I didn’t “coach” myself out of my feelings with platitudes and positive thinking. For example, when we were broken down on the side of the road I didn’t immediately say, “That’s ok! There’s always a silver lining!” (I’m picturing a musical here, with a smiling woman bursting into song as butterflies flit around her…). I hate it when others say to me, “It could be worse!” when something  just happened. Goodness, people! Let me feel my feelings for a minute, will you? I also hate it when I do that to myself. So..this time, I didn’t. Progress! Oh–and I’ve also learned that many times, people who try to jostle me into a better feeling place right away do so because THEY are uncomfortable with feelings. It’s about them and their comfort level.
  2. I kept breathing through the feelings that came up. Maybe you remember to breathe during stressful times, but I often find myself holding my breath. And when I do that, I find that my feelings don’t pass through me and I remain stuck. By breathing and feeling my feelings I find that sooner than I think, I am ready to move forward. In the case of waiting on the side of the road for the taxi and the tow truck, it took about 15 minutes. During those 15 minutes I experienced thoughts such as, “Why me?” and “This sucks…what ELSE could go wrong?” and “It WOULD have to be 90 degrees…this is so not fair” and “I’m tired of crap happening. Is this some sort of sign that I’m on the wrong track?” So the thoughts were definitely there; it’s the breathing through them that allowed me to acknowledge them and then move into a different emotional space.
  3. I got my “thinking brain” going by asking myself a few questions. Okay, so this is probably going to sound all “coach-y” but hey, I am a coach, and I do know a little about how to view things from different perspectives so I (and others) can get different results. The first question I asked myself was, “What’s great about this?” Sometimes when I’m still feeling a bit pissy I might think, “So, what DOESN’T suck about this?” In this case of being stuck on the side of the road, it was easy to come up with several things. First, I had cell phone reception which was amazing considering we were out in the boonies. Second, we were unhurt. Third, we were safely able to pull over to the side of the road and avoid being hit. Fourth, it only took the taxi and tow truck an hour and a half to get there instead of several more hours (or not at all if we hadn’t have had cell coverage). As I was generating my mental list of things to appreciate, I started to feel better. I still wasn’t digging the heat, or the notion that the cat, who had been stuck in her cat carrier for several hours, was probably getting severely dehydrated. However, because I had let myself feel ALL of my feelings I was more open to doing this mental exercise. I could tell it wasn’t time for me to be “Mary Sunshine” and ask my family what they were appreciating at that moment, on the side of the road. I did do it later on with them, once we were back at a hotel again.
  4. I also focused on the humor in the situation. I imagined my life as a sitcom that I was watching from afar and it suddenly became kind of funny! It gave me the necessary distance from the stressors to see the whole situation in a new light.  As I mentioned in the previous post, I fell down with my dog and took six inches of skin off my arm. Even though it hurt badly, there was actually a point when I was flat on the ground (and so was the dog) and the thought occurred to me: “I really could laugh at this. How freakin’ hilarious is it that I am stuck on my back in the heat while I wonder how much my car is going to fix?” Ahem—let me come clean and share that I did NOT laugh. I was in too much pain. I was delighted that my brain would even consider trying to find the humor, however, since I am not immune to being a drama queen.
  5. I reached out to others so I could feel more connected and less alone.  One of the ways I did this was to post pictures and updates on Facebook of our mishaps. Doing so kept me looking at the lighter side of life, since I didn’t want to come across as depressing or boring to my friends. I really had no idea how much this would help me feel the love and support of my friends during a time when I was feeling alone. Just reading comments such as, “Hang in there!” or “Thinking of you!” really helped me. I tried to steer clear of complete “poor me” updates that focused on only the negatives.

Going through so many trying times one after the other has strengthed many muscles that I’d forgotten I’d had: the humor muscle, the flexibility muscle, the appreciation muscle, etc. Using those muscles has also prompted me to think about how, in parenting, we often experience one stressor after another. From our child tantrumming about not getting to eat candy before dinner to our tween telling lies, parenting can feel like just one thing after another. My relocation is only one example of an adventure that got pretty stressful. In retrospect, I learned (and was reminded of) that being willing to be with what is at the moment is powerful. Only then was I able to move to the next step towards appreciation or humor.

And that’s no joke.

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How To Zig-Zag Your Way Through Mom Guilt

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Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to be her own boss. She didn’t want people telling her what to do and how to do it, AND she liked the idea of getting to create something from scratch that came from deep within (being a child she didn’t know the word “soul”, but if she had, she’d have used it).  She didn’t know it at the time, but she wanted to be an entrepreneur. In case you hadn’t guessed, this little girl  is me.  After many years of working for other people, I did it. I started my own business and became an entrepreneur.  There was one small, teeny tiny detail that affected my biz, one that I hadn’t thought about back when I was a daydreaming little girl.

And that detail is: I am a mother. (Okay. So maybe that isn’t such a teeny tiny detail).

The place where my parenting and my business meet isn’t always pretty. It’s complicated. I think life is complicated, which is to say unless you live in a bubble, you probably have a lot going on in your lfe. It doesn’t always look the same from day to day. Working from home, running your own business, and trying to have some semblance of your own version of “balance”, isn’t for the faint of heart. If you’ve been reading my blog, you know I don’t believe in the elusive idea of “balance.” Nope. That idea is big GUILT BUTTON  for so many of us. What I DO believe in is finding YOUR version of equilibrium, that place where you come back to your center again and are able to act, rather than react. Stay with me, here. I’m not getting into “coach-y” jargon. I’m keepin’ it real by saying two things:

  1. Combining your own business with motherhood takes work, perseverance, and a lot of energy (doesn’t anything worthwhile?).
  2. If you are to have a life where you’re not yelling at the microwave (or dog)  because of the stress of trying to “balance” these two HUGE parts of your life, you MUST be willing to give up the idea of “balance.” Every mom has her version of what it means to “recalibrate” (I actually prefer that term) and return to HER center. Not the “center” of the mompreneur on Twitter or Facebook who seems to “have it all together” (little do you know!). Not your best friend’s version of  “center.” Your version of it.

Let’s say, for example, that you are trying to get through your morning  with your kids so that they can go to school, and you can settle into work. If you were to focus on “balance,” you might look at the generic (but nonetheless good) idea of having a set morning routine that takes (you hope) a set amount of time. This structure could help you focus on your priorities (your kids, and then, your biz), and guide your actions. All good stuff. But one kink in the routine and you can quickly become “imbalanced.” If your child melts down because she doesn’t like to wear her “itchy socks,” that could take, oh, maybe an extra 20 minutes to get through the morning. She’s crying and complaining about the socks. Maybe you’re trying to stay calm and fix it, and find yourself losing your temper. Your child is ramping up the crying and not wanting to leave the house. You have things you need to do, AND your child is in danger of being late to school (again).

 Gone is the balance. Chaos reigns supreme. But it doesn’t have to be this way, if  you can swap out the word “balance” with something more forgiving and achievable , like “recalibrate” or “equilibrium.” Maybe you’re thinking, “Okay, crazy lady…thanks for the word games. But how’s this supposed to help me when my kid is melting down about socks and I need both of us to keep moving?” It’s true, I AM talking a change in words because words affect how we feel. Balance is a static state where everything is “even.” How often do you feel like everything is “even” in your life? We’re constantly right-adjusting to stay on whatever our “right course” is, and this is rarely a linear path!

 So, back to the socks. When “bad socks happen to good people,” YOU recalibrate to YOUR center. Take a breath (or three). Change your stressed state. Decide on what you will do in that moment. Maybe you take the socks and the shoes and head to the car. Maybe you tell your child she’s free to go to school with socks and shoes on her feet or in a paper bag. The point is you get back to YOUR center and then ACT. If you act before you get centered, you REACT, which often makes the situation worse. That’s why you “recalibrate.”

Maybe you’re a mom who can identify with the idea of “balance” and feel supported by it. If so, great! If, however, the notion of “balance” is a guilt button for you, then don’t use it! Find a word or idea that can honor the zigzagginess of your REAL life!

 

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Does This Guilt Make My Butt Look Fat? (Answer: Yes!)

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Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

Someone recentlyadmitted to me that “mommy guilt” is “getting old” and that moms are wearing it like a badge of honor. Like it’s the ailment du jour and it’s hip to feel guilty (luckily, I don’t count Britney Spears as “hip” since I doubt she suffers from mommy guilt).

 I can see her point. While I’m quite sure guilt about mothering has been around a long time (although let’s face it—our ancestors didn’t compare themselves on blogs, Twitter and Facebook–we have it SO MUCH harder!), it’s really been only recently that it wasn’t just medicated it away with tranquilizers or martinis (cheap wine if you were on a budget).

 Or. Just. Not. Talked. About.It.

Period.

In a society that loves to take itself seriously AND talk about itself endlessly (think Paris Hilton, or me, if I’m PMSing and near tears), it makes sense that moms feel more free to talk about their stuff. I mean, my husband and I watched a sitcom last night (which shall remain nameless lest you think I am completely anti-intellectual–which I can be) where people paraded around in their underwear, talked about erectile dysfunction, and had sex on the living room floor–all within the span of ten minutes. So yeah. Our culture’s pretty open to letting it all hang out (literally and metaphorically).

Is this always a good thing (not in a Martha Stewart sort of way)?

Have we crossed over to the dark side of narcissim and now just bandy about the admission, “I feel so guilty” with the same nonchalance as “I’d like a double tall nonfat latte with no whip” or “Do these jeans make my butt look fat?”

 I think, as a culture, we love black and white thinking because it’s exciting. It’s sexy. It sells and entertains. EITHER we tell all our dirty secrets about how we feel we suck, the ways in which we suck, and how much we suck, OR we deny that there is even a problem.

Problem? What problem? Just hand me another drink or give me the credit card so I can go shopping. See? There’s no problem.

The middle ground isn’t so sexy, and we don’t get as much attention for it.

 There are lots of areas in my life about which I feel pretty good.  Confident, even . But feeding my picky kid ain’t one of them. Here’s what I’ve done in the past to manage the guilt I feel in this area.

  1. Tell friends and relatives that I feel so guilty that my daughter eats lots of sugar, and very few fruits and vegetables.
  2. Explain in great detail that the only fruit she’ll eat are red apples and the only veggies are baby carrots dipped in ranch.
  3. Admit that I am stumped and don’t know what to do.
  4. Emphasize that I feel really guilty about this situation.
  5. Throw my hands up in the air and say laughingly, “Oh, well! We’re moms! We’ve gotta feel guilty about something!”
  6. Read books and blog articles on picky eaters and feel really overwhelmed.
  7. Repeat steps 1 – 6, with an emphasis on steps 1 and 4.

And my self-talk drove me nuts. My mean self would say, “OMG, you’re a coach! A parenting coach for, gosh sakes! Get a grip! What would Super Nanny do? What would you help a client do? Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, woman, and quit whining already!” My nicer (coach-y) self would soothe, “It’s ok not to know what to do. Take a deep breath and relax. Your guilt doesn’t have to define you as a mother……” Those two warring sides of myself would argue back and forth and I’d become even more anxious.

Score one for the parent coach (yep–I’ve even used sarcasm as a way to manage the guilt, too)!

So I developed a habit of talking about my daughter’s picky eating and my guilt, in order to reduce my anxiety. Unfortunately it didn’t reduce my guilt. Nope, it fueled it. But it lulled me into a false sense of ” really doing something about it.” And in the moment that I was talking about my guilt, I felt better.

The same way you can feel better when you hide in the closet and eat Little Debbie Snack Cakes when you’re stressed–once the cakes have been inhaled, your sense of feeling better is All Gone. Momentary relief, but the issue of the picky eating remains.

Now that I’ve done the Reality TV equivalent of confessing my weaknesses to my blog readers, I’ll come clean and tell you what I’m doing instead (warning: I don’t yet have it “all figured out” and wrapped with a neat bow):

  1. Admit to myself how really, truly crappy I feel about my daughter’s eating habits. By “crappy” I  mean “guilty,” “frustrated” and “scared.” (The sucky but necessary part? Really letting myself feel the feelings instead of just talking about them).
  2. Admit to myself that I really am ready to do something about this issue. Previously, I wasn’t ready. So it was easier to talk about feeling guilty about it than to take action. I’m good at that, especially around things like organizing my office, or organizing anything, really.
  3. Ask myself what’s one small step I could take that would put me in action (with emphasis on the word “small”).
  4. Take that small step.

Not very exciting, is it? There’s really not that much to talk about. Well, with my close friends, I’ll still share my thoughts on feelings on the matter, AND what I’m doing about it). I still think we need a safe place to be real about the challenges of life, motherhood included. No sugar-coating. Keeping it real. But when something becomes a fad, I get worried. What happens when mommy guilt is no longer fashionable? When it’s “so yesterday”?

Who cares. Instead of asking, “Does this guilt make my butt look fat?” you’ll be saying, “This guilt doesn’t feel good and I’m going to do something about it.

P.S. If you are a personal organizer or a coach that helps moms of picky eaters, God Bless You. And please e-mail me.

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