My Inbox of Daily Inspirations: Daily Heartlight -- February 29, 2008

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Opposite Day, by Jenny Runkel

From Scream Free Living, leading by taking responsibility for our
behavior as parents, first.

The funny thing about irony is that it has a sense of humor. I should
have known that the more I wrote about it, the harder it would come
back to bite me. Well, it recently came to pay me a little visit and it
wasn't very pretty. You see, I have not been very ScreamFree lately...

Transitioning to a new job wasn't as smooth as I'd imagined and writing
was oftentimes easier to avoid than it was to do. I was being asked to
do things that stretched me and for the first time in a long while, I
felt disorganized and scattered at work. I was losing things and gulp
.. missing deadlines. I would start the day feeling this intense need
to control something ... anything ... and I didn't quite know what to
do with myself.

So, instead of realizing that all of this was pretty common for
starting a brand new career, I decided to do what all mature
relationship experts do -- I panicked. Someone I know tells people to
focus on themselves when they feel anxious, but in my infinite wisdom,
I decided to do just the opposite. Instead of sitting with those
feelings and working towards the problems at hand, I projected my own
insecurities onto those closest to me.

I started to see things around the house that I hadn't noticed before.
A breakfast dish here, a dirty sock there. An unfinished book report
laying on the table; a less than stellar grade on a math assignment.
Slowly, but surely, I convinced myself that my kids had a problem with
responsibility. I obviously wasn't "on top of them" enough and with a
newfound sense of purpose, I started taking matters into my own hands.

Now, I must take a moment here and make sure that you recognize the
insanity of this kind of thinking. Sure, there is the occasional
sibling smack down or exhaustion-induced tantrum when it comes to my
kids, but overall, they are amazing. They have always been good
students and they are not any dirtier than your average child. They are
mostly very polite and they are almost always kind to others. But, I
was way past this kind of logical thinking at this point.

With my helicopter blades churning, I started searching their backpacks
for unfinished assignments. I hovered as they completed minor homework
tasks and I "made suggestions" as to how to make right answers even
better. I began resenting them for not offering to pitch in around the
house and I resolved to get them in shape by making chore charts and
watching over them carefully. At first, things seemed to be going well.
The house was a bit cleaner and I could check off a few more things on
my own to do list in the meantime. But slowly, like the air leaking out
of a tire, the joy started leaking out of my home.

Homework became a battlefield. Where once my daughter proudly offered
to show me her work, she was now hiding it from me. Where once my son
used to do his daily assignments without being asked, I had to remind
him more and more. And the more this happened, the more frustrated I
became. My natural inclination was to pull them in even closer and
increase my efforts, which (as I so often write) only made things
worse. My kids were ignoring me, acting grumpy and rude, and soon, they
started to dread having me around. I could hear it in their voices and
I could see it in their eyes. I felt like Momzilla terrorizing my own
home and leaving chaos in my wake.

After one particularly difficult evening, I found myself alone in the
kitchen, hating who I had become. I was focusing all of my frustration,
attention, and energy into my children. I was micromanaging their lives
and completely ignoring my own with disastrous results. No one wanted
to be near me ... not even me! I had become a bitter, walking, talking,
self-absorbed neurotic. And then, like a sign from above, I heard
something from the other room.

It was George Costanza and I swear he was speaking directly to me. Ok.
Ok. He was on TV and he was talking about himself, but he could have
just as easily been describing me. That alone is not a pleasant
realization to have, but then again, I wasn't in a very pleasant state
of mind. The episode in question was one I knew almost by heart, but
never dreamed I could learn something from it. George is so disgusted
with himself and his pathetic life that he decides to take drastic
action. He figures that every choice he's made up to this point in his
life has been the wrong one, so he determines to change his decision
making process. He decides to do the opposite of every thought that
comes into his head. His rationale: he can't possibly do any worse.

Not a bad lesson ...

He ends up meeting a gorgeous woman and instead of putting on airs like
usual, he says to her in his droll manner, "Hi. My name is George. I am
rapidly balding. I am unemployed. And I live with my parents." She
looks him up and down, then coyly responds, "Would you like to go out
with me?"

If even George could turn things around simply by doing the opposite of
what seemed natural to him, why couldn't I? So, I decided to play the
old game of opposite day. When confronted with a situation that made me
anxious, I would do the opposite of what I thought I should do. Scary
proposition, to be sure. What would happen if I let go, even just a
little bit? I didn't even want to think about the possibilities, but
frankly, like George, I couldn't do any worse.

The next day, in all interactions with my children, I pretended that it
was opposite day. In the morning, I wanted to nag them about hurrying
up. Instead, I gave them hugs and remembered how their hair smelled
like rain. To my surprise, they were ready five minutes early. After
school, I wanted to rip open their bookbags and manage their homework.
Instead, I made snacks and remembered just how good cookies and milk
can be. Shockingly enough, after clearing away the crumbs, they both
got out their homework and finished in record time.

What in the world happened? Basically, I got out of their way and I
forced myself to be with them rather than over them or under them. With
that one realization, everything changed. I was able to see that my
kids weren't the problem after all. Quite the opposite, in fact. They
were the ones often acting more maturely than me. And in that moment, I
remembered how much I really like these incredibly smart, funny and
capable small people who share my DNA. It saddened me to think of how
many days had gone by where I hadn't even seen them. How many times had
I considered them simply another part of my "to do" list? It finally
hit me that in all of my efforts spent trying to teach other parents
how to be ScreamFree, I had forgotten how to be so myself.

Like George's experiment, mine had some unexpected results. My kids
picked up after themselves. They offered to help in the kitchen. They
even went to bed on time! But the best thing about my opposite day was
not in the ways that it changed them; the best thing about opposite day
is that it changed me. It made me want to slow down when I am at home,
think before I speak, and pay attention to the things that really
matter. Not at all what I thought would happen by taking advice from my
short, balding, unemployed TV friend. In fact, looking back, it was the
complete opposite of what I had expected.

Not a bad lesson from a short, balding, unemployed man who lives with
his parents.

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(c) 2008 ScreamFree Living and Jenny Runkel
<jenny@screamfree.com>.

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