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It's All About Me! How to Control Your Temper.

On the way to Applebee’s last night, my husband and I were talking about temperaments, adult tantrums, and choosing your moments to… well…. show your butt.  Come on, admit it, sometimes these moments present themselves. They walk right up to you and present you with a golden ticket.  In the way of an example:  Two of my girls and I were eating out a few weeks ago when a couple of workers were down-right rude and unnecessarily nasty to my daughter Brittany.  Are you freaking kidding me?  Did they not see the “Caution: Overly Protective Mother – Approach with Extreme Caution” balloon that floats over my head?

Joi’s Golden Rule: Thou shalt not mess with my family, animals, or anyone who is incapable of defending him or herself.  I’m a very laid back, easy going gal – I drink from the live and let live well -but the rule, it must not be broken.  I’d also never tell anyone to aspire to being a doormat.  The view would surely suck.

However, more times than not, the petty little things people get bent out of shape over simply are not worth it.  Think about a child’s temper tantrum – think about the best one you’ve ever seen.  The best one I can think of involved a little boy (about 5 years old) on a playground.  His mom said that it was time to go and he was in no way ready to leave the fun behind.  He turned as red as a sunburn and let out a sound that made squirrels run up trees and other children (including my own) run to their parents.  In fact, I inherited a few kids who couldn’t find their own.

We’ve all seen these temper tantrums in children and, even though we hate to admit it, we’ve often laughed because kids look kind of cute when their emotions get the best of them.  Of course, the cute factor wears off as they get bigger and older – by the time they’re adults, these tantrums are anything but cute. They’re downright ugly.

The same underlying button causes adults and children to lash out – it’s the “Everything is about me!” button.  No one wants to admit that they have this button, but the proof’s in the pout.

  • When a car pulls out in front of Joe Average, he gets furious. He quickly decides whether to go with the fist, the finger that’s a middle child, or the horn.  Is it because he’s concerned about the other driver’s safety?  Of course not, Joe is outraged that someone pulled out in front of him – after all, it’s his road!  That does it, he’s going with all 3 of his choices.  In that moment, he looks just like the kid in the park.
  • When Jane Average has to wait in line at Target for longer than 3 minutes, she huffs, she puffs, and she glares a hole through every worker in the store.  Is she upset that the cashier is probably so tired she could cry?  Does she feel badly for the frazzled workers or their tired feet?  No way.  Jane is furious that she is being detained from going about her important duties.  Don’t they know who she is?  In that moment, she looks just like the kid in the park.
  • When Jeff Average is at work and someone hasn’t done exactly as he said, he stomps through the office, verbally abusing everyone within earshot.  It’s his world, after all, and everyone is here with one purpose:  To serve him!  The sooner they get that, the quieter the office will be.  In that moment, he looks just like the kid in the park.
  • When Julie Average is in the store with her children and they begin to get restless, she rips into them like I do a chocolate cupcake.  How dare they impose upon her moment?!  Does she recognize that they’re probably tired and don’t enjoy an hour long shopping spree like she does?  No way.  It’s all about her and everyone else had better just suck it up.  In that moment, she looks just like the kid in the park.

It doesn’t matter where Jane, Julie, Jeff, or Joe are and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing – if something doesn’t go their way (if the “It’s all about me” button isn’t being constantly pushed), they often launch into the adult tempter tantrum.  And as we’ve already established, it most definitely is not cute.

It seems to me that, over all, people are getting less and less tolerant.  Their patience is thinner and the proverbial Me Button is closer to the surface than ever.

One of the main reasons, I think, is that people aren’t getting enough R & R.  Not enough rest and relaxation.  Sure, it’s important to get enough sleep at night, but it’s also important to just unwind during the day and blissfully do nothing.  Let your mind, body, and soul simply enjoy living. You don’t HAVE to be accomplishing something, you don’t always have to be socializing, you don’t always have to be on the go.

Slow down.  Dial down.  Breathe.

Something that could help divert a lot of adult temper tantrums is a simple question.  When you’re confronted with a situation that’s pressing on or even jumping on your IT’S ALL ABOUT ME button, ask yourself, “What if this is the worst thing that happens to me this week?”  That’ll put it all into perspective and  you’ll probably find yourself smiling.

And that’s the point.

Next Post: Installing a New Button!

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Making the world a better place starts right where we’re standing. It starts with us. And it starts right now.

My husband and our youngest daughter, Stephany, were recently dining at O’Charley’s here in Owensboro. I’d dance across broken glass for their rolls. Fortunately our server didn’t hold me to it.

After we had been there about 5 minutes, a family was seated beside us: A grandfather, a grandmother, and their pride and joys – two grandsons. One grandson was about 4 and the other was around 9. The 4 year old was having a great time showering his grandmother with smiles and love. The older boy was kind of surly. You got the impression that he had been pulled away from something electronic to go to supper with his grandparents.

He sat by the wall, beside his grandfather, but apparently decided that he just HAD to get out and sit at the end of the table. So he made a big production out of squeezing between his grandfather’s chair and the wall – sniping at a man who was showing remarkable patience. Then, when the child got to the end of the table, he put on a mini-drama of looking at his obnoxious belt buckle as though it had been scratched up in the process.

By this time, I had a feeling something was about to come out of the grandfather’s mouth. He didn’t disappoint.

The grandfather looked at the little drama brat and said, “Suck it up.”

My daughter and I practically high-fived. The child, not sure what had hit him, sat down and FINALLY wrapped up his performance.

Several things hit me (between rolls):

  1. What’s with parents these days?! I would say, “What’s with kids these days?” – but kids are kids and are, in a big sense of the word, like clay.  As parents, we form them into  what they are and will be.  If you are a parent and you are reading these words – PLEASE (for your child’s sake as well as everyone else’s) teach them manners.  Teach them to respect other people, especially their grandparents.  No parent should want to raise a child that’ll look as ugly and bratty as that child did that night.  Our daughters would have never, ever treated their grandparents with anything but graciousness, love, and respect.
  2. The grandfather’s advice is pure gold. Not only was his phrase dead-on for that mini brat, it was dead on for bigger brats as well.  Adults can be just as bratty as any child could ever hope to be. There aren’t a lot of differences between a rude little boy showing his backside in a restaurant or a rude big boy showing his backside at work.  Or a mother screaming at her kids in the middle of a store (really, ladies, get a grip).

I love grandfathers.  They have a certain, no-nonsense way about them.  They serve up, usually with just a handful of words, the sort of lessons that the rest of us spend thousands of words on.   They don’t flap around, yell, or have overly-dramatic moments.  They don’t tear up or say things like, “…after all I’ve done for you…”  No, not these guys.  After all, they were weaned on John Wayne and Clint Eastwood.  There’s not an ounce of drama queen in them.

They simply size up the situation and say what needs to be said.

The next time any of us are tempted to whine about anything (weather, bills, hurt feelings, dust bunnies, gas prices, etc.) we should let the grandfather’s words ring through our head.  Oh, yeah.  We should most definitely Suck it up.

What’s the best advice your grandfather ever gave you?  Or, if you’re a grandfather – what’s the best advice you every gave?   Let us know in the comments!

O'Charleys Rolls

Polar Bear

As discouraged St. Louis Cardinals’ fans (following another heart-breaking loss… thank you, bullpen), my husband and I went out for a little shopping therapy.  Since I’m obsessed with cooking and coming up with new recipes, we sought therapy in a huge grocery store in store across the river and through the woods – where grandmother should live.

I noticed a crazy looking tree near the river that looked as though it were bent too far toward the river.  It looked as though it were dipping its branches into the water to  test the temperature.  Problem is, it looked as though it had gone too far and were on the brink of falling in.  Somehow, it was managing to stay erect, though.  Good roots.

I’m a lot like that crazy-looking tree.  I go entirely too far sometimes and I know it. On a trip to a recent county fair, I came home and fired off an angry e-mail to the sponsor, the local Lion’s Club.   I was ticked off, royally,because an animal on exhibition was tied to the side of his pen in such a way that he couldn’t even move his head.  I looked high and low (while at the fair) for a human to ask about it but didn’t see one.  If my husband hadn’t been with me,I’m half certain I would have loosened the rope.

I’m as easy going and kicked back as they come.  Never complain in restaurants, don’t yell, scream or show out (unless the bullpen keeps blowing leads – then we’ll see how crazy I can truly get).  But the thought of an animal or child being harmed, humiliated, or neglected makes me see red.  It often makes me bend too far – like that crazy tree.

I often say, “You may not always agree with my thoughts or my methods.  You may not always want to stand next to me, but you’ll always know where I stand.”   I’m a petition-signing, world-saving tree hugger and I make no apologies. I may seem like and even look like a lunatic at times, but (just like the tree) my roots run deep and strong.  So, changing directions or even backing up?  Not going to happen.

Another way that I sometimes bend too far is that I give everyone the benefit of the doubt and truly love people.  I would do anything to help someone else out and if someone has made a mistake, I’m the first one in line to forgive and forget. I honestly don’t hate anyone, but if I were going to spit a little hatred out, it’d be toward people who have no thoughts or concerns for anyone but themselves, their possessions, and their money.  When they have caught one of  life’s proverbial breaks and find themselves living on Easy Street – yet do absolutely nothing for anyone or anything else… I just wonder how they look at their reflection without cringing.

I love sports, but I often get annoyed with certain athletes.  If you’re a baseball, basketball, or football player – you KNOW young people are watching you.  How can you live with yourself if you let them down?

In 2007,  Cal Ripken Jr. and Tony Gwynn were deservedly inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame.  “Whether we like it or not,” Ripken said, “as big leaguers, we are role models. The only question is, will it be positive or will it be negative?”

Tony Gwynn took it a little further: “There’s more than just playing the game of baseball. . . . You’re responsible, you’ve got to make good decisions and show people how things are supposed to be done.”

These were two athletes who did it right.  There are countless athletes today who also do it right.  How often do you hear ANYTHING bad about Albert Pujols, Derek Jeter, Adam Dunn, or Ken Griffey, Jr?  They’re just a few who seem truly thankful for their  fortune and fame and seem to care about each and every young person who happens to be watching them.

I think that, sometimes, athletes are like the rest of us.  We lose sight of what truly matters.  I’m certain that most people, athetes included, watch anything BUT the news on television.  I’m certain they drive through anything BUT the worst neighborhoods and not all have stepped foot into a children’s hospitals.  They don’t watch documentaries about global warming or read about the suffering of seals, wolves, polar bears, or panda bears.

We’d be a lot better off if everyone began to take a closer look around them and opened their eyes to the needs and sufferings of others’.   We can’t save every animal, child, or sick person in the world (or so they tell me), but if we can help one, wouldn’t it be worth it?

I know I’m bending toward the water again pretty strongly here, and  for all appearances look like I’ll fall in – but I urge everyone to find a cause they truly believe in and feel strongly about.  Then give your time, your prayers, your money, and your energy.

Give until it feels good.

The best way to put a smile on your face is to put one on someone else’s first.

Smithland Estate

The husband and I were driving around Smithland, Kentucky a few days ago.  It’s a beautiful little river city near Paducah.  I’ll forgive you if you haven’t heard of Smithland, it puts the small in small town.

I saw a cool street sign there, however, that made me start thinking about words – not that I need much motivation to think about words.  I’m totally obsessed with them to begin with.  Love to write them, love to read them, love to just immerse myself in their company every chance I get.

The sign was on a narrow little street lined with houses (with yards filled with bikes, swingsets, etc.).  The Sign said, “DRIVE SLOW.  WE LOVE OUR KIDS!

Effective, much.

This sign put on a Communication’s Workshop all by itself.  Copywriters, bloggers, speakers – anyone who owns a mouth with which they speak or hands with which they write could gather around the humble little sign and soak up the knowledge.

Everyone needs a WHY in life.  Telling someone DO THIS or  DON’T DO THAT without a why to support it simply isn’t as effective.  The beauty of this sign lies in the fact that it conjures up something that most signs don’t  – Emotion.  Most of us are used to the  “Slow Children Playing” signs.  We seldom even register them when we see them anymore.  (The only time I really notice them is when they remind me of what my dad said when they put this sign on our street, “Okay,but how about the fast ones? Are they fair game?”  – I miss my dad.)

When you see one of the signs in Smithland, you’re pulled into the emotion that we all have for our children.  The feeling tugs on your heart and you lay off the  gas.

Words.  Are.  Powerful.

Words have the power to heal broken hearts and make dreams come true.  They have the power to make someone feel better about themself.  They also have the power to break hearts in the first place and to keep dreams from coming true.  And of course they have the power to tear someone down completely and cause them to feel completely worthless.

How forcible are right words! – Job 6:25

Maybe it’s because I have such a close, loving relationship with words – but I wish that people who use words to harm, judge, belittle, tease, or shame others would take up the habit of chewing gum……  a big wad of gum, so thick that they can’t possibly even speak.

Wouldn’t the world be a more joyous, fun place in which to live?!?!

This is just one of the reasons I have always strived to keep hate out of my heart and out of my mind.  When hate moves into your heart or mind, rest assured no good will ever come from it.  It’ll simply grow and grow – then come flying out of your mouth or fingertips.  Confucius said it best, “Words are the voice of the heart.”   If your words are consistently critical, condemning, and unkind – guess what emotion dominates your heart?!  It’s not just time to give your vocabulary an overhaul, it’s time to rethink your outlook on life.

I’ve often wondered if those who are hyper critical and overly judgmental are, on some level, very unhappy.  It just seems to me that if you’re a happy, contented person who truly appreciates your blessings, you won’t have time to spit hatred all over the place.

If that’s the case, then I feel kind of sorry for the grumble guts.  Hopefully, before they push the entire world away from them, they’ll find happiness.  THEN, they can spread that instead of misery.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. – Josh Billings

We’d all do well to begin paying closer attention to our words – some people might just be amazed.  Begin to be freeer with your compliments and more stingy with your sarcasm and insults.  If someone you love looks beautiful, tell them so.  If they cook a killer meal, commend them right before you give them a heartfelt “Thank you!”  If someone does a favor for you, let them know how much you appreciate the favor and, even more, them.

Don’t take people for granted and never assume someone knows how you feel or what you think.  They’ll only know for sure when you tell them.

Words are the voice of the heart.” – Confucius

Butterly - change quoteButterflies are proof that change is possible… and beautiful!

As you know, I not only have a contact form on Self Help Daily but an “Open Invitation” to e-mail me at my personal address. So, I have the pleasure or hearing from many people about many subjects. I like to keep an eye on the subject trends. It helps me know what subjects to approach. As I often say, I don’t want Self Help Daily to be what I want to write about – I want Self Help Daily to be what you want (and need) to read. If I ever just want to hear my own thoughts, I’ll sit in the front yard and talk to myself about animals, coffee, birds, chocolate, cooking, handbags, old movies, and cats.

Not long ago – toward the end of a crazy winter – many e-mails and contact forms centered around feeling blue, sad, and down. Many people were wondering if what they were feeling was depression. As the weather warmed up, moods seemed to do the same.

There are two trends that I’m seeing now:

  • People are feeling overwhelmed by having entirely too much on their proverbial plate
  • People want to get in shape and lose weight but seem to be fighting an uphill battle

Both of these areas require an immediate commitment to change.  The bad news is that making changes can be hard.  The good news is that changes happen every day.

REAL LIFE EXAMPLE :

A man who contacted me through e-mail not long ago told me to feel perfectly free to use his information.  However, I will leave out the names and state.  No proper nouns allowed!

This man, who is only in his 50s, was recently widowed.  His wife was killed in a car accident 2 years ago.  He is now raising their 4 boys by himself.  They range in ages from 12 to 19.  After the accident, he said that he and the kids “let the house go to pieces” – as in neglected housework, a forgotten garage, undone chores, etc.  He didn’t give the kids any chores and didn’t even ask them to pick up after themselves.

On the anniversary of their loss, however, he took a good look around (what must have been a disaster zone – 5 males left unsupervised?! ).  He said that he thought of his wife’s reaction if she’d walked into the house she once loved so much.  He said she wouldn’t have yelled because she wasn’t a “screamer,” instead she would have gotten very quiet – right before starting in on the mess with tears in her eyes.

That image made him want to change the path he and their boys were on.  Problem is, people generally don’t change directions overnight, especially if it’s a direction they aren’t interested in headed.  When the father tries to reason with his sons and point out how upset their mother would be, he says that he gets through to the younger ones, but only for about a week.  He says that he doesn’t want to argue or fight with them and hates to hear himself sounding “like a nag.”

I told him that I would give my thoughts, here on the blog, in case there were any others in a similar boat.  Sometimes, when you see someone else maneuvering their boat over troubled waters, you gain insight into your own navigation.

First of all, this father has done what is very hard to undo:  He set a precedent.  The definition of precedent is “any act, decision, or case that serves as a guide or justification for subsequent situations” and the ramifications of precedents are extremely far reaching.  When he allowed the boys to go for months, even years, without any chores or expectations – he allowed the precedent to be set that they didn’t have to do anything but breath.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not throwing blame on the dad. He was going through his own private hell and the visibility there is never good.

I’m just saying that right now he has his work cut out for him because he has to pretty much start all over.  It would probably be best if he had someone come in and clean the house really good for the first time.  Then, all he and the sons would have to do is maintain it.  He’d have to set a new precedent:  Clean up after yourself, do your chores, and create a  home that’s a pleasure to live in.

Change always comes bearing gifts. – Price Pritchett

As parents (or spouses, co-workers, employers, etc..) – when we set a precedent, we set an accepted course of action. We create a standard.  Once that has “taken root,” it is darned hard to change it.  However, change can most certainly happen, but you have to be consistent.  If change weren’t possible, no one would ever lose weight, broken hearts would never heal, troubled marriages would never be saved, and wars would never end.

One of the biggest mistakes people make, however, is inconsistency.  They’ll put their foot down only to raise it up again when the going gets tough…. or when someone steps on it.  We’ll have an exercise routine in place and we’ll actually see a few pounds drop.  Then we’ll get discouraged and give up.  We often give up right before really big changes happen.

In a perfect world, our kids would help around the house simply because they care and don’t want to see us doing all of the work.   But think back to when you were their age.  Is that how you felt then?  Probably not.  In a perfect world, doughnuts wouldn’t have any calories but… well, as Shakira said, “Hips Don’t Lie.”

If, like this example, your family isn’t helping you around the house or you feel that they’re taking you for granted (without meaning to, of course), it’s time to realize that you are, more likely than not, reaping what you sowed.  You set a precedent (or standard) which said that nothing was expected from them.  They grew into that precedent nicely and found that it was a comfortable fit.  But now you find yourself overwhelmed, trying to do everything yourself, and would like to go back and set a new precedent – one to the tune of everyone pitch in and help!  It’s only right – everyone should help.  I mean, if everyone lives in a particular home and enjoys its comfort and its warmth – everyone should pitch in and do their part to help.  If they eat your meals, they should help clean up.  (Unless, of course, you’re one of those rare birds – like me – who wants the kitchen all to themselves.  No one ever seems to put things where they go and my husband?  Are you kidding me, he’d just break everything.  A 6′2″ male in the kitchen isn’t always gracefulness in action!)

Here are a few steps to keep in mind:

  1. Don’t come across as angry and bitter.  Your family will respond to you better if they don’t feel as though they’re being looked down upon or attacked.
  2. Let everyone know that changes are afoot!  Tell them they may or may not like the changes at first, but that they’re coming irregardless.  Let them know that the changes are in everyone’s best interest, not just your’s.  Remind them that they’ll LOVE living in a tidier environment and that, after all, it’s not just your house – it’s their’s as well.
  3. Rather than point to each member of the family and say, “This is YOUR chore, do it daily from here on out…,” write the chores that need to be done and tell each individual to sign up for the one(s) they want to take on.
  4. Don’t reward chores when they’re completed – they aren’t doing you a favor, after all.  They’re doing what’s right!
  5. If your home has gotten completely out of hand, you may need to hire someone to come in and give it a good cleaning.  After that, your family will probably WANT to help keep it this way.  Especially if they have to pitch in to pay for the cleaning.
  6. Some parents don’t know how to approach their children about making changes such as this.  Many say they’re afraid of starting a fight.  Hopefully your own kids aren’t that touchy, but if they are – stand firm.  Remember, there won’t be a fight if you refuse to argue.  I would do this:  I’d go to the kids and tell them that I need their help.  Then I’d tell them that I simply felt overwhelmed and would like to try a new system.  That’s when I’d ask them which particular chore or chores they’d like to sign up for.  Then I’d take them shopping for the cleaning supplies they’ll need (believe it or not, they may actually think it’s fun – my oldest daughter has always thought laundry was equivalent to recess).
  7. Be consistent.  If someone slacks off on a chore, point it out.  It isn’t fair if everyone else is doing their part and one or two people aren’t pulling their weight.
  8. Realize that you aren’t a bully.  Part of parenting is teaching our kids responsibilities.  When they enter the workplace, their boss isn’t going to think it’s cute if they don’t give their all.   We set a long-term precedent for them as well as a short-term precedent.  Teach them the life skills they’ll need for the rest of their life while they’re under your roof:  Respect others, help whenever you can, never make imposing upon someone else a way of life, take care of your things, be neat, and be considerate of other people.

The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions. – Ellen Glasgow

CH- CH- CH- CHANGES!

The code word for our nation recently has been change.  It should be the code word for many of us as individuals and families as well.   If something isn’t working, change is called for. You owe it to yourself and your family to get the most enjoyment and happiness out of life that you can.

If anything in your life has gotten out of hand (your weight, housework, relationships, job), make today the day that you implement change.  Say it  out loud, Everything changes today! Just don’t make the mistake of expecting a “quick fix” – quick fixes only happen at Starbucks.  One of the things that all types of change have in common is movement.  You have to get moving.  If you need to lose weight, change your routine to include time for a long walk each day.

If you need to get your house in order – move and make it happen.  Tackle one  room at a time.  If, even after you appeal to your family, they still aren’t cool or kind enough to help you – forge ahead without them!   As Victor Frankl said, “When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”  Don’t wait on others to make improvements in your own world. Take one room at a time and whip it into shape. Just remember their lack of help next time they want their favorite dessert, a ride to work, help with a school project, a button sewed on, a new pair of jeans, a $20 bill….

If, by the way, you’re also wanting to lose weight, you’re in luck.  Cleaning house burns all sorts of unwanted calories!

Change happens every single minute.  You just have to want it badly enough and you have to be willing to fight for it.  Don’t fall into the trap of becomming discouraged, though, because that always leads to quitting.  Quitters never win OR change.  We live in a society that wants quick answers and instant solutions.  Change doesn’t happen at the end of a magic wand -  it happens at the end of work.

Being overwhelmed, feeling anxious, and being stressed are horrible for your health.  These feelings are kind of like sipping poison – you’re doing your body and mind a great deal of harm.  Stop waiting  for a quick solution and realize that you need to roll up your sleeves and MAKE things better.

Another trend I’ve noticed is that many young people are living at home longer than ever before.  As a mother who is convinced that her daughters hung the moon and stars, I loudly applaud this trend!   The economy is one factor – plus another is the fact that no one wants their young daughters living on their own.  Since people are waiting longer to get married, that means that young people are living with their parents longer.  It can be, and should be, a wonderful and rewarding experience for everyone.  You get to know your kids so much better when they’re a little older.  They can, literally, become your best friends and you can be their’s as well.

One thing to keep in mind, however, is that everyone needs to love and respect one another.  If you’re a young person living with your family, do you help your mother around the house?  Do you do laundry (and not just your own?!)?  Do you stop and pick up necessities at the store without being asked? Do you help carry in groceries, put dishes away (applicable only to those families where children and husbands are allowed in the sacred kitchen!)?  Do you sweep?  Vacuum? Do you ever just “hang” out with your mom – watching one of her favorite shows with her or taking a walk with her?

Being a considerate and kind person just makes you a cooler person.  No one wears selfishness well, so make certain you never fall into that ugly trap.  Every now and then ask yourself, “If I were my mom and I were in her situation, what would I want my family to do to help?”   If change is called for… call for change.

He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery. – Harold Wilson

More  Motivational Quotes About Change.

Beautiful Robin

One of the things I love most about Kentucky is the weather. I LOVE that we have four distinct seasons and that each season has its own idea of what feels good.

Today was a really pleasant surprise. It’s the middle of summer but Mother Nature obviously has autumn on her mind. That’s fine with me, I’m pretty much obsessed with autumn, so I’ll just play along. It’s actually so nice today that I’m having trouble staying inside. I’m actually writing these words out in a notebook while sitting in the front yard amongst the birds, squirrels and rabbits. I came out to feed all of my feathered and furry friends after feeding my cats, of course. It’s best for all concerned if they stay full!

I’ve been sitting in this big comfy lounge chair enjoying the sights and sounds so long I have no idea what time it is, nor do I care. I go in every now and again to refill my coffee cup, but I haven’t glanced at the clock once. On days like this, time is of little consequence.

Does anything sound as beautiful as a choir of birds singing?

Birds are one of those things we take for granted. You should re-awaken your own appreciation for birds, if you’ve lost it somewhere along the way. Sit outside and give them your complete attention. Listen to the variances in the vocals of different birds. Watch the way they glide through the air and hop around the yard from one point of interest to the next. They’re really remarkable, delicate little guys!

When it comes to feeling thankful, I’ve had more than just feathers on my mind. Last night, my husband, our youngest daughter, and her boyfriend went to a tractor pull at the local county fair. As I watched, smelled, and listened to a lot of young people who NO ONE would want to “take home to mother” (unless mother was in the state pen), I was overcome with gratitude for the young people in my life. I’m thankful for the young ladies that each of my daughters are and I’m thankful for the young man in each one’s life. Day by day I know, more than anyone, how special all 6 of my kids are. You see, when you’re close to one of my girls, you’re automatically one of my own. (In fact, I even try to keep tabs on their ex-boyfriends – hoping that they’re happy and well. One that I was especially close to joined the Army and two are joining the Navy. ) This is a sentiment that my husband seems to share as well. When we were going into the fair, my husband spoke to the man handing out tickets and referred to our daughter’s boyfriend as “my boy.”

And like the rest of our kids, I’m very thankful for our “boy.”

While you’re taking a closer, appreciative look at birds – do the same with the people in your life. Don’t zero in on the things you wish were different – concentrate on the things that you wouldn’t change for the world. Think about how they make you laugh, how the room seems to light up when they come into it. Think about their individuality and how they have the courage to be who they are – not who anyone else thinks they should be.

They may not dress how you think they should, you may wonder what’s up with their hair, you may hate their music so much you want to weep – but the people in your life need your unconditional love, your unconditional support, and your unconditional pride.

If you look closely enough, you can find many things about them that you love – things that you are very grateful for. It’s these things you should focus on and praise them for. If they do something wrong or stand on the cusp of a horrendous decisions, you should absolutely say something (good grief, yell it from the rooftop if need be!) – but if all they hear is “Negative, negative, negative…” how long will it be before they tune you completely out? But if they hear “Positive, positive, positive…” with a negative ONLY when it’s absolutely necessary – they’ll catch it, because they’re leaning in listening!

It’s the approach I’ve taken with my daughters and, while even they wouldn’t claim to be perfect (okay, the youngest one might), they are amazing girls and my relationship with each one is the stuff dreams are made of. I think I see movement in my kitchen window which means that one of the people who mean the world to me has lunch on their mind.

The birds, squirrels, and rabbits will have to do without me for a little while.

Positive Thought and Heart-Felt Gratitude can make your world a more beautiful place in which to life.  They’ll act upon your psyche like a cup of coffee acts upon your morning.

Alexa and Adam

You can either fall in love or fall in hate.  The choice is yours, but you’ll look a lot better with love on your psyche than hate.

In replying to a recent comment left on an earlier post, Overcoming Hatred and Intolerance with Love and Tolerance, I started thinking about the haters of the world.  As I was reading the comment left  on the post, I have to admit – I felt straight up anger for anyone who would show such hatred toward another person.  The thought of one person treating another with so much hatred that it interfered with their life makes me see red.

Then I stepped back for a minute (out of the red) and realized that anger isn’t the appropriate response.  Pity is.

My husband’s older sister, Mary Catherine, was a hard-working, hilarious, full of life, spirited, fun to be around woman.  She could make some of the best biscuits you ever ate, too!  She loved dogs and ABC soap operas.  She collected elephant figurines and Native American  statues.  She’s also one of the rare people that could hang with me, cup for cup, when drinking coffee.   I respected the heck out of that.

She was also gay.

Sadly, I have to say “was” because she was killed in a mining accident several years back.  The thought of anyone treating her with hatred or intolerance seems unthinkable  to me.  After all, she led her own life and wouldn’t  do anyone any harm -  unless, of course, they harmed one of her dogs.   Then there might have been trouble.   I respected the heck out of that, too.

I just don’t get why people have to involve themselves in what other people do or don’t do.  Come on.  If I can be blunt for a minute:  If you aren’t invited into the bedroom, what does it matter to you what goes on there?!  You can agree or you can disagree with other people’s lifestyles, choices, habits, loves, hates, and so on.  You’ve got that right – just as they can agree or disagree with your’s.

You can like or dislike the way a person looks, dresses, or drinks their tea – just as they can have qualms with your  style or looks.

We’re all different, after all, and we all have our way of doing things.  What’s perfectly beautiful to one person may be a hot mess to another.  Look at the different cultures around the world!  People who expect everyone else to look  just like them bore me to tears.   I’m much more drawn to people who don’t just expect diversity in the world, they insist upon it.

If you experience hatred from others, for whatever reasons, realize that you have two choices:

  1. You can be drug down to the hater’s level.  If you aren’t careful, hatred can rub off on you and.  Then, before you even realize what’s happening, you’ll be just as angry.  You’ll become just as intolerant.  And you’ll be filled with just as much hatred as they are.  Believe me, it won’t look any better on you than it does on them.  No one ever wears hatred well.
  2. You can rise to a level the hater’s will never know.  If you recognize their hatred for what it is (a crippling weakness), and find it within yourself to feel pity for them, you will have experienced the kind of growth that a hater will never know.  Don’t return their scowls with scowls of your own – smile!  Come on, give them the brightest, sweetest smile you have in your arsenal.

There’s a lady who has to be in her 70’s who works at a local candy store in the mall.  My daughters and I spend a ridiculous amount of time at the mall, so I see this lady in action almost daily.  When there are young people in the vicinity, she’ll come to the front of the store and scowl a nasty, hateful scowl.  She drives me nuts.  One day an  adorable little black girl (about 8 or 9) stopped to look at a beanie baby display.  I  slowed my walking down because I kind of suspected what would come next.  Sure enough, here came “Sunshine” practically running to the front of the store, staring the little girl down the whole way.  She didn’t even smile at the child, let alone speak to her.

I have to admit, I preach and teach tolerance and kindness but I was 2  hearbeats away from taking the lady to the side and giving her a piece of my mind!  Just then the little girl’s mom came up and took her daughter’s hand.  She smiled at “Sunshine” and said, “She’s just looking.“   The worker still didn’t say anything.

The worker caught my eye and I gave her an icy look that I hoped pierced her skin.

I felt nothing but anger for the rest of  the afternoon.  Then, I started thinking – she’s the one that lives with that hatred all day and all night.  The little girl only feels it occasionally.  And the mom?  Well, the mom (with patience and understanding most of us couldn’t muster)  obviously learned long ago to rise above haters.  I felt angry FOR them until I realized that they weren’t the victims.  “Sunshine” is the victim.  She’s the one that has to see one of the ugliest things in the world every time she looks in the mirror – hate.

She can never escape herself or her hatred.  She eats breakfast with it, she watches tv with it, she has lunch and dinner with it, and she sleeps with it.  She is most definitely the victim, and I began to feel a little bit sorry for her.   I still wished with all my might that I’d asked her, “How does it feel to have been so completely outclassed?” -  but, I’m trying to feel more tolerance.

As for haters, there’s hope for them too.  If you have any hate at all residing in your heart, recognize it for what it is: POISON.  It’s a poison that will cripple you if you don’t find a way to get rid of it. Set the hatred across from you  at your kitchen table and grill it.  What has it ever done for you?  Where has it gotten you?  What friends has it won you?

What has it cost you?  Has it ruined your reputation?  Would people think of you as a hateful person?

Once you recognize the hatred in your heart, you’ll be well on your way to dealing with it.  Another comment that was left on a different post (A Totally and Completely Free Make-Over), hit the nail on the head.  This post was dealing with being kind to others and treating them as good as you possibly can.  The comment left included this wonderful advice, “My rule of thumb is to never say something you wouldn’t say to someone’s face. I try not to even *think* mocking or rude thoughts about someone…”   She hit it square on the head.  Everything begins in the mind – so if you can stop it in its tracks, chances are it’ll never see the light of day (as in coming out of your pie hole!).

When my girls were little, I’d always teach them the importance of positive thoughts – whether they were about one another, schoolwork, chores, or whatever.  Positive thoughts bring about positive actions and positive words.  The same is true of negative thoughts.  So, take the great advice left in the comments and keep a close eye on your thoughts.

You’ll have far less apologies to make if you do.  And far less “Must Save the World” bloggers wanting to get all kinds of sassy with you.

Have you ever known someone who seemed to delight in making fun of or mocking other people?  They mock the way they talk, laugh at the way they walk, criticize the way they dress, and so on.

Fun people to be around, right?!

Here’s the thing, if you aren’t careful, they’ll rub off on you and you’ll soon be the sort of person who mocks and constantly makes fun of people too.

The remedy?  Think of someone you’ve watched, first hand, making fun of another person.  Maybe they were mocking their laugh or demonstrating how they walk.

How attractive did it make them?  Who came off looking worse, the ridiculer or the ridiculed?  Unless overgrown 5 year olds float your boat, you never want to look that ugly.

Make no mistake about it – no one is at her or his best when they’re knocking others down or around.  However, everyone is at their most attractive when they’re kind, considerate and respectful.

You’re only as attractive as your actions.

Beautiful, Happy Family

ex⋅pec⋅ta⋅tionnoun
1. the act or the state of expecting: to wait in expectation.
2. the act or state of looking forward or anticipating.
3. an expectant mental attitude: a high pitch of expectation.
4. something expected; a thing looked forward to.
5. Often, expectations. a prospect of future good or profit: to have great expectations.
6. the degree of probability that something will occur

Relationships fascinate me, which makes perfect sense since people fascinate me.  I guess it’s only right that the way people interact and treat one another would be fascinating to me as well.

I love to see how people react to others, the tones of voice they use with different people, the things that get under their skin, which people they pull out all the stops with (setting their personality dial to HIGH and turning their humor dial all the way up to HILARIOUS), how they treat those they say they love, etc.

Ironically, it’s often the people who mean the most to us who often forget just how charming or funny we can be.

Quite a few years ago, we were going through lean times, financially.  My husband was working at a job he didn’t exactly love and we were feeling the stress of a large family vs. a small income.   We didn’t fight or bicker – but he was seldom in a charming mood when he came home from work.  Then, when he sat down at the table to pay bills…. Even the cats hid!

One day after church, he was talking with some of  his friends.  One of the guys walked over to me and said, “Mike is such a funny guy, he must keep you in stitches.”  I smiled and said “Sure does!” but, on the inside I was thinking, “He’s funny?  Him? Oh, yeah, wait… I remember now. Yeah, he once had the best sense of humor in the world.

He still had it, the people who lived under the same roof as him just didn’t see it as much as others did.

This is actually pretty consistent with relationships. We EXPECT our family to love us, we EXPECT our family to think we’re the bee’s knees, we EXPECT them to think we’re funny, charming, intelligent, etc.  We don’t EXPECT everyone else to, so we work a little harder on them – turn the dials up as high as they’ll go when necessary.  Only to turn them back down when we get home.

Needless to say, that’s not how it should be.  We all know that, right?  Can you imagine how few arguments and divorces there would be if husbands treated their wives as well as they did their best client, their boss, or their closest friends?  What if the wife treated her husband as sweetly and patiently as she did her son or daughter?

Let that sink in for a minute and think about the beautiful relationships that’d be enjoyed.

We get comfortable.  That’s one of the biggest factors.  Think of it this way:  I’m sitting in my husband’s computer chair with my legs folded in the chair with me.  I’m barefoot, I have my hair pulled back into a topknot, black and pink polka dot pajamas on, without a stitch of make-up on. In fact, I just washed off a facial mask, so there may or may not be white clay-looking stuff in an eyebrow or two.  As an extra dose of lovely, I’m chewing on a Starbuck’s straw.  (Are you turned on yet?!?!)

Would I go to Applebee’s like this? I wouldn’t even go through a drive-thru like this!

But I’m home.  The only ones who see me tonight are my 3 daughters and my cat Alexa.  It’s home.  It’s comfortable.

The people in our lives – especially our spouses – become home for us. They become so comfortable, in fact, that a couple who has been married for a lot of years can ride along in a vehicle without saying a word for over an hour, just enjoying the togetherness.  We’re home.

We should all pay more attention to how we treat those who we love the most.  They should get our best, not our worst.  Being comfortable is one thing, but being neglectful is another.

I think we also have problems in our relationships when we expect too much. What would you say if your co-worker told you that her son got a B+ in College Algebra?  If you’re like me, you’d think, “Wow! Smart kid.”  You’d think how proud his parents must be of him.  However, if your own child got a B+, be honest, one of the things you’d think (if not immediately, at least a little later) is, “Aww, man, so close to an A!”

We expect the world from those closest to us.  We females expect our husbands to lavish us with compliments, rub our necks, and be as attentive as they were on our first date.

Males expect pretty much the same, but throw in a tall glass of iced tea and a couple of sandwiches.  Often, when what we’re EXPECTING doesn’t measure up with what we GET, we’re disappointed and it’s written all over our face.

Mothers expect their children to get straight A’s, keep their room spotless, mind their manners, and always make them proud.

Fathers expect pretty much the same thing, but throw in a tall glass of iced tea and a couple of sandwiches.

Perhaps it’d be beneficial to our relationships, and to our families, if we occasionally tossed out the expectations.  Nine times out of ten we’d be blown away by how wonderful these people are who we often take for granted.

Always look for the good in everybody, then when you find it – never let it out of your sight. This is never more important than when we’re dealing with our loved ones.