Happiness Highlights: Motherhood Moments

Monday, May 21st, 2012

Every Monday, I start my week by highlighting what made me happy from the previous week, because gratitude is the first step in learning how to be happier.

My to-do list items flowed unfinished from one day into the next last week like water running up and down the locks of the Panama Canal. Every day I awoke just a little bit further behind, but my unaccomplished tasks didn’t ruin my week. On the contrary, I was able to get done the most necessary things while postponing the rest in favor of more important things – like dinner with my mom.

I saw my mom three times last week. We didn’t snap a single picture, but we shared two meals, swam in her pool, and just got to enjoy each other’s company without the distraction of a special occasion. I can’t remember the last time we got to spend so much time together; I know it’s been years.

In my own role as a mother, I got to bear witness to quite a few milestones this week. Devin got a cell phone and went to his first middle school dance, both of which caused me much hand-wringing and brow-furrowing. He did a lot of shrugging and a little bit of talking about how he was feeling. I pretended to be totally cool with however much (or little) talking he wanted to do, even though I was dying to know everything that was going on in his head and to be asked more about what advice I might have to offer.

I settled for helping with hair product and learning new ways to the word ‘fine’ can be used in a sentence.

The thing is, as much as I want to help him navigate these tricky tween rapids, I’m really grateful to have a seat on the shore and I’m thrilled that he calls out for tips now and then.

Emma had her first softball practice.

She says she made a new friend, but she can’t exactly remember her new friend’s name. This doesn’t bother her in the slightest. Neither is she worried about how many times the ball is dropped or flies by her head, or how few times her throws end up in another player’s glove. She played softball and it was fun.

And I’m so stinkin’ glad her life is still so simple.

Between tween angst and afternoons at the baseball diamond, I did manage to get a few things done this week, including a couple changes to this site. I added free sidebar ads that promote some of the passions and dreams of our Facebook fans, and I added a weekly challenge section to the home page. My hope is that both of those things will help this site become a better resource for you guys, so getting them done definitely made me happy.

Now, it’s your turn! What were the highlights of your week?

Who listens first?

Friday, May 18th, 2012

Seek first to understand, then to be understood.

This is the fifth habit in Stephen Covey’s productivity classic, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. In this chapter, Covey promotes empathetic listening, listening not just to reply but to understand where the other person is coming from. It makes sense in business and it works in personal relationships, but it’s hard as heck to do when you’re furious.

I have been a big proponent of empathetic listening since first discovering the power of it in marriage counseling a few years ago, and we’ve had plenty of opportunities to practice since leaving our marriage counselor over a year ago. We take turns listening and empathizing, validating and listening some more. We have the tools and we make a point of using them. Usually.

Last week, Jared and I were in an emotional stand off. We were both pretty ticked off at each other, firmly on opposite ends of important issues and angry about how the other was handling the disagreement. It was clear that we both needed to be heard. Unfortunately, neither of us was interested in doing the listening.

Who goes first when you both want to be understood?

The answer, of course, is that it doesn’t matter who goes first, but that each of us should at least consider volunteering. I know that I should seek first to understand, which means offering to play the role of listener before I get to have my say, but I really, really don’t like to. At all. I’m not good at putting my anger aside long enough to listen.

What if I’m wrong?

What if he’s wrong and I have to sit there and pretend like he’s not?

What if I do so much listening and empathizing that I don’t get a chance to be heard?

For days I went back and forth between the horror of having to really listen and the alternative: letting resentment settle back into my marriage. The choice should have been clear. It is clear. But knowing better and doing better are not the same. Pride is strong.

I was also struggling because listening makes us vulnerable, and that requires trust. The trust between Jared and I hasn’t been very high lately. We haven’t taken the time to build each other up or strengthen the bond between us. That makes it harder to trust that he’ll reciprocate if I lower my defenses and step into his shoes. As it turns out, it also makes it harder to believe someone will listen to you.

When I did finally go to Jared – which I confess only happened after I’d started writing this post and had to face what a complete ass I was being – he was hesitant.

“Is there anything you want to say to me? I’m ready to listen,” I said.

“I’m… um… I’m not sure right now.”

I sat next to him for about fifteen minutes while he made small talk and avoided looking at me. I didn’t push, but I wanted to. He continued to pretend like nothing was wrong, and I started to get angry again. Of course you won’t open up and communicate, I seethed inwardly. I was just about to walk away.

And then, quietly, he mentioned something that had upset him.

I nodded my head, kept my mouth shut, and did my best to understand. Thirty minutes later, he went to the gym and I went back to work. We hadn’t come to any great compromise between our two opinions, but we were closer to each other than we had been for days.

I share this story not because I am a shining example of partnership – it took a disgraceful amount of time for me to stuff my pride long enough to listen to my husband’s side – but to acknowledge that listening is not as easy as it sounds. It’s rare that only one person in a relationship is feeling hurt and unheard, and it’s hard as hell to listen when you need someone to listen to you.

But someone has to go first.

Once in a while, that has to be me.

Maybe sometimes it needs to be you, too.

How to Write a Mission Statement (and Why I Bothered)

Wednesday, May 16th, 2012

I had considered learning how to write a mission statement for years.

Or at least, I’d come across the idea of a mission statement in numerous self help books and productivity seminars and thought, “yeah, that sounds like a good idea, I guess.” But mostly I’d left it in the realm of ‘stuff that sounds good in theory but was probably useless in day-to-day life’, like writing down your goals or going through those stupid exercises on the quitting smoking web site.

Of course, I eventually did start writing down my goals and doing those stupid exercises on the quitting smoking web site. And it worked.

I suppose that’s why I finally decided to give the old mission statement thing a try.

How to Write a Mission Statement (or, how I did it)

I started by doing this exercise from the Liberated Life Project:

Look at the list of verbs below. As you look at each word, say it aloud and allow a full minute to absorb how much you resonate with that particular quality. Then write a number next to that word, using a rating scale of 1 to 5. If you feel nothing at all about the word, give it a 1. If you’re ready to jump out of your chair because you feel so in tune with that quality, give it a 5.

  • Bridging
  • Brightening
  • Communicating
  • Connecting
  • Creating
  • Discovering
  • Embracing
  • Encouraging
  • Giving
  • Healing
  • Integrating
  • Leading
  • Learning
  • Loving
  • Organizing
  • Relating
  • Remembering
  • Restoring
  • Teaching

And you may find there are some powerful verbs not included on this list that you want to add. Go for it!

Now look at your numbers – every word that you’ve rated with a 4 or 5 should make it into your mission statement.

This gave me a few words to start with, but not enough to write an entire mission statement. It gave me a hint, however, of what was to come.

Next I went to the Franklin Covey website and used their Mission Statement Builder.

Essentially, I answered a bunch of questions that helped clarify for me what my goals and key values are. After filling out the online questionnaire, a poorly worded mission statement is generated. I didn’t claim it as my own, but I did read it over and look for patterns. I noticed similarities between these results and the words that had resonated with me in the first exercise. There were words and themes that kept popping up.

I put it aside.

That step was huge for me. That step wasn’t listed in any of the books, although I had read that figuring out how to write a mission statement could take time. I am generally not great at taking time, at doing nothing, but I’m working on it.

I came back a few nights later and pulled up the words and sentences that had been cobbled together from the two exercises. I thought about the end of my life, my deathbed, and my inevitable funeral and eulogies. I considered both how I wanted to be remembered and what memories I would likely hold dearest. I began to write.

I put it aside again.

I came back again after a couple more days had passed, and I made some edits. I deleted the superfluous and anything that didn’t really resonate with me. I considered my most important roles and ignored anything that I wasn’t certain was critical to me at this point in my life.

I was left with this mission statement:

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My mission is to know and love myself, my neighbor, and my world and to encourage and inspire others to know and love themselves.

I am at my best when I am healthy, exploring, learning, inspiring, and connecting. I am proactive about incorporating each of these elements into my life, for I am responsible for being happy, confident, and successful.

I find opportunities to use my natural talents of communicating, both listening and sharing.

I travel the world and inspire people to identify and embrace what matters most in their lives, and encourage them to reach further.

I am guided and identified by the principles of courage, integrity, kindness, and acceptance.

I give my husband and children the courage and faith to live their dreams as well as my unconditional love.

I have faith in destiny and bravely take the path that unfolds before me.

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It is not witty or extraordinarily eloquent, and I’m certain it will evolve over the years as I do. It is deeply personal, and I kind of feel like I’ve just shared with you a video of me doing the ugly cry or something equally revealing. Yikes.

I still think the whole thing sounds a little silly, but this mission statement has already served its purpose by being a guide I could consult in confusing times. When we were trying to figure out our next best step–and specifically where we were going to live–I reread these words. I focused on the key principles that I’d put in bold text. I remembered how important courage was to me and I knew exactly what the most right decision was.

If you feel a bit like you may be wandering or like you could use a good compass in your life, I encourage you to try writing a mission statement. It may feel awkward at first and it will probably take more than one try, but I believe it is one of those wacky self help tools that actually does make a difference in real life.

Of course, if you’ve already written one (or tried (or vowed never to try)), I’d love to hear about it in the comments.

Happiness Highlights: The Little Things

Monday, May 14th, 2012

Every Monday, I start my week by highlighting what made me happy from the previous week, because I believe we multiply what we focus on, and that gratitude is the first step in learning how to be happier.

Sometimes, happiness bursts into our lives with much fanfare and hoopla. We achieve goals, realize dreams, or make monumental changes that make us happier. But usually, happiness seeps in quietly among the day-to-day business of getting by. Most often, happiness is found in the little things.

This was a week of beautiful little things.

We helped my mother-in-law get the patio furniture she’d bought weeks ago finally set out, and it was so pretty. We spent a few hours sitting outside at night  during the week and on Mother’s Day. My mother-in-law doesn’t just sit very often, so I was especially thrilled to see her just sit and enjoy her home. Plus, I have been loving having a nice place to lounge in the sun. Have I mentioned my in-law’s house is way nicer than any place I’ve ever lived? It’s a heck of a place to be homeless for a few months!

Before I moved to Florida, I used to help coach the high school drill team with my best friend Erin. This week she asked me to come up and judge try outs for next year’s team. It was so much fun to be a part of that again for a little bit! I love working with the girls, and Erin invited me to help out this summer with camp if I wanted. I think I might take her up on it – keeps me feeling young.

Speaking of young…

Ah, yes. Happiness really is found in the little things. I got to spend Mother’s Day surrounded by little ones – and one child of mine who is not near as little anymore.

That child spent his own money (and some of his father’s) to buy me a new suitcase, a red one with four spinning wheels! He also made me a card and breakfast in bed, which came complete with a banana since he “knows you don’t eat toast, Mom.” I was so touched by his thoughtfulness.

On top of all those little moments, Jared wrote me a post for Mother’s Day. I’m a sucker for public declarations of love.

What were the highlights of your week?

 

We’re Moving to…

Friday, May 11th, 2012

Pittsburgh!

Yep, after driving around the country and visiting dozens of cities, we have decided that the one we’re going to call home is in western Pennsylvania.

Even though the only reason we visited Pittsburgh in the first place was because our friend Becky insisted on it, we fell in love with the place instantly. We realized just how much after we left, when we found ourselves comparing everywhere else to the old Steel City. By the end of our trip, we were certain Pittsburgh was where we would make our next home.

And then we went back to Florida and realized how hard it was going to be to leave our old home behind. In fact, we were suddenly unsure of anything, and we agreed to do nothing for a few weeks. By doing nothing, I was able to see that it was mainly fear that had me facing south.

But I am committed to living with courage.

So we’re taking another leap of faith.

We’re moving to a city that puts a confused look on everyone’s face when we tell them about our desire to live there.

We’re moving to a place where we have no family and just a handful of friends.

We’re moving to a place that we have visited exactly once, in a part of the country about which we know very little.

And we are totally excited about it.

Yes, we are a little nervous about the harsh winters, but we’re looking forward to the chance to make our city-living dreams come true. No, Pittsburgh is not a major metropolis like New York City or San Francisco, but its also considerably less expensive than those places while still offering much of what I like about cities. There is tons to do and we will, hopefully, be able to live right in the heart of it all.

We’ll be making our move in August after a vacation to Costa Rica, and I can’t wait.

The next chapter begins…