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The Man in the Mirror, by The Rogue Blogger in Compression Pants

Posted by Unknown Kamis, 16 Januari 2014 0 komentar
We haven't had a guest post in a while, and it feels like it's time for one. This one came to me from a fellow blogger who initially was going to use his name. I suggested he go rogue, just on the off chance that people take offense to what he has to say. I said rogue, of course, then told him that it meant he would have to wear tights for me to protect his secret identity.

He came up with compression pants as a compromise. Seems fair.

Without further discussion, his observations on why we don't always like what is staring back at us in the mirror, and why we are quick to lash out at others instead of entertaining the idea that they just might be right.

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My wife and I were celebrating our anniversary a while back. We found a babysitter. We had an evening to ourselves, a rare luxury for us. At the restaurant we went to, there was a lounge singer and he was playing some of my favorite songs. One in particular, which I haven’t heard in a long time. One, which once again, struck a new chord with me. It was “Man in the Mirror” by Michael Jackson. Great song, right? Great message, right?

It is a brutally honest song. It got me thinking about looking at myself in the mirror.

Scary thing to do. 

Scary thing to look for. 

Looking at those times where I was given or gave myself a brutally honest assessment. I thought, during the height of each assessment, that ‘this person’ or ‘that person’ was an asshole for pointing out something in me that I didn’t agree with. 

That’s thing about mirrors. 

We only like them when they show us something we agree with. 

I had a run in with a ‘mirror’ a couple months ago. This mirror was my father-in-law. We were visiting the in-laws for the weekend and I was in desperate need of a vacation. Not a vacation at my in-laws. They are great people, but I really wanted some “me” time with my wife and kids. 

The entire weekend, I tried to relax, remove myself from the stress from work and watch the opening weekend of the NFL and get my fantasy football teams off to a good start. The kids were just being kids...but I was telling them ‘no’ and ‘stop’ and ‘don’t do that’ far more than I should have. I never saw it. 

My father-in-law did. 

After we got back home, my wife got a text from her Dad expressing his concern about my actions. We both over-reacted because of wording, but the message itself was sound. 

I was pissed, beyond pissed. 

I thought he was calling me a bad Dad. I thought he was being dick. I knew what caused him to say what he said, and I knew I was in the wrong and I knew he was just looking out for our family. I just didn’t want to see that at first. I just thought he was being an asshole, when in truth, he was just being a great Dad, a great grandfather and an honest mirror. 


I was the one being the asshole. I was the one playing off like I was wronged. I was a hypocrite. I was just trying to stroke my own ego. As a response, just to prove him wrong, I overcompensated my fatherly duties. Like, full on going out of my way and making it really obvious that I was overcompensating. He’s wrong. I am right. I am the victim here. If there ever was an award for ‘most asshole thing to do’, I won it and by a landslide.

Whenever I get in a mood, I think about that whole situation. With kids, it happens a lot. But knowing is half the battle (GI JOE!!) and sometimes getting the truth, whether you like it or not, really helps. Admitting to yourself that you need to change your ways is such an awesome feeling. Honestly, since then, I have made my life less about me and more about my family. 

I made a rule for myself to follow: don’t be a dick. 

It’s super easy to enforce. I am a better man for it, but most of all, I am a better father to my children. 

Life is full of mirrors. We call them honest and accurate when we agree with them. We call them hypocrites and assholes when we don’t.

The thing we don't always realize is that they always tell the truth whether we like it or not. 

When was the last time you truly looked into the mirror? When was the last time you changed your ways?

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What Parenthood Actually Is

Posted by Unknown Sabtu, 09 November 2013 0 komentar
This seemed like the logical follow-up to my last post about the realities of marriage. In the online universe, there is an abundance of writers who share their experiences, who proclaim the right way to do things, who offer judgment along with that so-called advice. Much like the marriage posts that seem to be all the rage, most of them hardly scratch the surface of what life is really like.

Instead, they sugarcoat, they oversimplify, they spin.

I don't sugarcoat anything. I don't bother trying to oversimplify because life is usually just too damned complicated. I don't spin things, at least not intentionally. I have my biases, sure...everyone does, but I do the best I can to present things clearly.

As with the marriage posts, I laugh heartily when a blogger who's oldest child is a toddler tries to tell the world that they are some kind of parenting expert. I've been a parent now for 12 1/2 years, though my journey with parenthood really began a while before then when I was pregnant with my first child. Even still, I won't for one second try and tell you that I know what I'm doing.

I will, however, tell you what I've learned.


- Parenthood is exhausting. Babies are physically draining. Sleep deprivation is rough. Having someone wholly dependent on your for survival 24 hours a day is hard. If you think that it gets easier, though, I have some news for you. It doesn't get easier, it just gets different. In many ways, it gets harder. You may not have as many physical demands placed on you as your kids get older, but they are gradually replaced with other needs. Parenthood is 3am trips to the ER and days of vomiting and being pooped on and eating cold food. We are all tired. Really freaking tired. Promise.

- You will make mistakes. We all do. Parenting really is something done by trial and error. None of us know what the hell we are doing. We do the best we can, we make choices based on the information we have, and sometimes we screw it up. Own those mistakes, don't wave them off as insignificant. Learn from them. If your mistake resulted in a child being disappointed for some reason, apologize to them. Saying you are sorry isn't a sign of weakness as a parent, it's quite the opposite because you'll be teaching them that everyone makes mistakes and that taking responsibility is more important than your ego.

- No one is an expert on your child and you know them better than anyone else does. You could read every parenting book on the market, talk to every child psychologist and get nowhere. None of them lives in your house, none of them has to deal with your family dynamics, none of them knows your past. You are the best equipped person in the world to be an expert on your child. Don't doubt that.

- Trust your instincts. Far too often, we ignore our intuition about other people, about illnesses, about relationship dynamics. If something feels wrong, pay attention to it. Even the most subtle things can and will set off your radar, and you need to listen. Don't rationalize everything, don't try and explain it all. If something feels off, it usually is.

- You can't choose who your children are friends with, who their enemies are, who they love or who they hate. Maybe you can do this when they are little, but once they are in the land of middle school, you quite literally have no control over this, nor should you. It gets complicated when you are friends (or enemies) of the parents of the other kids in their lives, but you have to respect that and let them choose who to associate with and who not to.

- A diagnosis doesn't define a child anymore than it defines an adult. Say you have depression or PTSD...do you want everyone to treat you differently because of it? Do you want to wear it like a label on your shirt pocket for the world to see? Of course not. Neither do your kids. It doesn't matter what they are contending with - it could be something physical, it could be a disability, it could be that they are on the spectrum somewhere, it could be that they have ADHD, it could be that they have mental health issues....it doesn't matter what it is. It is just a piece of who they are. Don't let them define themselves with it, don't let anyone limit them because of it - and to do that, it means that you can't either.

- It's your job to be their advocate. Sometimes you will have no choice but to fight for your child. Do it. Your most important job as a parent is to stand up for your kid. Fail to do that and nothing else will matter. Sometimes that means admitting things you don't want to admit. Too bad. Suck it up and do your job. You aren't protecting them by refusing to admit something is wrong.

- Every kid is different, what works for one won't work for another. You can't treat them the same because they are different people with different hopes, fears, dreams, ways of processing things. The mechanics of parenting don't look much different from one child to the next, but the application absolutely must. Don't compare your kids to each other or to other people. They are all unique and individual. To some degree, you are absolutely required to re-invent the wheel with each child.

- You have to be a safe place to land. This one is hard. REALLY HARD. Being the parent of two kids with ADHD who work tremendously hard to reign it in during school, I have to take the brunt of their explosions when the bell rings at the end of the day. They can let it out with me because I am the safe place. It hurts and it sucks and I hate it, but it is what it is. I am mom, I will love them even when they rage...so they take it out around me, with me, at me. It is very common for kids to act out more at home because they know you'll love them anyway. They can't do it at school because they'll be weird, made fun of, alienated by friends. At home, that can't happen. Or it shouldn't. This is the hard part. Letting them, helping them recognize when reactions are inappropriate, having them scream that they hate you and that you are ruining your life, and not flinching.

- Be present, be engaged and listen. We're all busy. Everyone is. Work, other family obligations, friends, hobbies, etc. There aren't enough hours in the day. Yada, yada, yada. I get it, really I do. But, you have to find time for the kids and you have to make it count. I'm not going to spin some tale about quality time. It's bullshit. Just don't be home and distracted, don't wave them off, don't nod and say uh-huh when they try to tell you what happened at school today because if you keep doing that, they will stop trying to talk to you. That's a promise. Make the most of the time you have. Be fully engaged. With littler kids, get down to their level, literally. With tweens and older kids, put the phone down and turn off the tv and just listen. It drives you nuts when they don't listen to you, have headphones on, are texting, right? Goes both ways.

- Boundaries are your job, testing them is theirs. It's your job to make the rules, and it's theirs to break them. To stretch the limits of the freedoms. To test the waters. To take a mile when you give an inch. They don't do it to make you mad, they do it because it is a completely normal and healthy part of growing up. Sometimes you have to trust them when they don't deserve it. Sometimes you've got to lengthen the leash when they don't give you a reason to. Let them be responsible. Let them make choices. Let them make mistakes. Just be there when they do.

- Letting go is the hardest part. Every step they take away from you is heartache. I won't lie about this one, I won't sugarcoat it at all. It's hard. But you absolutely have to let it happen. You worry more, yes, but that's part of life. Let them live. Let them go out with friends, let them go to dances, let them date, let them drive. Gah. (Told you this one sucks)

- What you say and do matters. If you are a do as I say but not as I do parent, I can just about guarantee failure. Your words have meaning, but your actions have much more...and they are watching even when you don't think they are. They remember everything. If you don't want them to lie, you can't do it. If you don't want them to be lazy, you can't be. If you don't want them to be irresponsible, you can't be. Insert any other things you don't want them to be, and repeat.

- Make fun of yourself. Be ridiculous. Teach them to make fun of themselves, that way no one else can. This is huge. Teach them to laugh at themselves. To not take life too seriously. If you can do this, you strip anyone else of the power of ever using this stuff against them. If they are quirky or weird or goofy or a klutz or short or tall or a spaz....teach them to LOVE that about themselves. Embrace your weird. Own it. Love it. Make it an asset.

- Embrace who they are and what they love, even if you don't understand it. Is your kid a gamer, a drama queen, an artist or musician? Do they want to code computers all day or play soccer 24 hours a day? Whatever they love, let them love it, even if you don't get it. Support the things they love, don't make fun of them because of it or steer them away.

- Teach them to be kind and giving. The world would be a much better place if there were fewer assholes in it. Teach them when they are very young to care about other people. Volunteer, donate time, energy and things. Help those who need help.

- Do not sacrifice who you are for them. Stay who you are, teach them to do the same. As with in the marriage post, don't give up the things you love because you have kids. If you love to run marathons or climb mountains, keep doing it. If you love to scrapbook, keep on keeping on (but seriously, hide the good scissors...don't ask). If you love music, keep going to shows. Share the things you love with them in whatever way you can, and keep doing them.

- We all hide in the bathroom sometimes. True story. We ALL want to run away sometimes. We all want to give up sometimes. We all are convinced we are completely ruining our kids lives sometimes. We all hide in the bathroom at times. I may be guilty of sneaking a beer in the basement at 9am once.

- If you think you're doing it right, you're missing something. This goes along with the last one. If you're totally convinced you are doing it right, I'm going to just assume that you're in denial, blissfully unaware of something huge or heavily medicated. We all have aspects of parenting that we kick ass at, sure...but none of us are doing everything perfectly. If you think you are....

- Apple trees are real. It is hard to admit sometimes that they are who they are because you are who you are. I have a couple kids with ADHD. Which makes sense given that I am their mother and their father is their father. That one was hard enough....having a kid with anxiety, depression and a penchant for eating disorders....WAY harder to accept. The power of genetics is pretty strong with this stuff, and it's hard to process when a child struggles the same way you have. Instead of seeing it in a negative light, think of it this way: you are far more equipped to understand and help them than anyone else is because of your shared conditions.

- Break your own rules sometimes. Let them stay up late watching bad movies and eating popcorn. Take mental health days from school and do something fun. Those "don't tell mom" commercials crack me up...not the hiding things from the other parent, but the whole idea of structured rule breaking. Live a little. Teach them to do it too.

- It's okay to complain. Just take time to savor the good times too. I'm not going to tell you that you have to adore your kids all the time. I'm not going to tell you that you are being selfish if you want a break. I'm not going to tell you to quit whining. I'm sure as hell not going to say you are ungrateful. Being a parent sucks ass quite frequently. In between the monotony and conflict, though, there are the moments worth engraving in your memory banks forever. Don't be so caught up in being tired and frustrated that you miss those moments.  Days last freaking forever, but the years fly by.

- It is the most important job you will ever have. Unless you are inventing something that will change lives, curing a disease, doing something huge and profound in this world, the thing that will matter the most when you're dead and gone is what kind of adults your children turned out to be and how they raised their kids. Take it seriously.

- There are other people who will be like parents to your children, be grateful for them. The teachers, the coaches, the aunts and uncles, the grandparents, the friends, the scout leaders, the volunteers at school. They love your kids. They can give you insight. They see things you don't. They can help you, they are already helping your children. Thank them.

If you have another lesson you've learned about parenting, please feel free to share it. Life is short, this shit is hard, and we'd all be better off if we helped one another get through it instead of judging.

Namaste.

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Spill The Milk

Posted by Unknown Rabu, 06 November 2013 0 komentar
Yesterday, little boy dropped a full glass bottle of milk on the tile floor.

It shattered, and the spill radius of milk fairly sufficiently covered most of the kitchen and dining room.  It took a good long time to clean it up. The whole time his little feet were running back and forth to the laundry room to grab more towels.


Every so often, he'd stop and stare at me for a second, fidget with his hands behind his back and quietly ask me if I was mad.

I always told him no. Of course not.

Then I'd ask him in return to make sure that he didn't have any cuts on his feet and to stay back so he didn't step on the glass.

He was afraid he was in trouble.

I was afraid he was hurt.

As I sat on the floor in the middle of the afternoon using the light streaming in from the windows to make sure I got every tiny shard of glass, I remembered.

When I was a little girl, as Mini-Me is now, I tended to overreact about little things just like she does. I would spill milk, rarely, and the first few times I remember doing it I cried. Literally, I cried over spilled milk. 

One night at dinner, my Dad spilled his milk on purpose, just to make a point.

He waited and watched for my reaction. 

He didn't react at all. He just sat there. I was confused. I was probably about the age Mini-Me is now.

After a while of this bizarre silence, us sitting around a table pooled with milk, he shrugged his shoulders then got up and grabbed some towels. He asked me to help him clean it up.

Mom, on the other side of the table, held the plates up and wiped everything down with a wet dishcloth.

When it was all cleaned up, they both just said that sometimes life is messy. There's no point getting upset about little things like this, just clean it up. 

They didn't freak out. They didn't cry. They weren't angry. They just fixed it.

How much in life is like this? How many things do we spend time worrying about, being upset about, being angry about, but do nothing to fix them? How much energy do we waste on the things that don't deserve it, how many things can we just seek solutions to instead of over thinking?

Probably a lot more than we realize.

As I sat on the floor scavenging for the last pieces of glass under cabinets, it all came back, this lesson my parents taught me so long ago.

Sometimes life is messy. Don't worry about the small stuff. Just clean it up.

You never really appreciate how right they are in the moment, maybe not even for years or decades afterwards. These people, though, they had far more wisdom than we realized. Those lessons, whether we realized we learned them at the time or not, they're in there. Sometimes it just takes spilling the milk to remember.

Mom always said that if it wasn't going to matter ten years from now, then it shouldn't be a big deal now. There is a lot of truth in that, and it's something I try to remember as I parent my own children. Far too often we get caught up in the minutia of life, spend too much time worrying about the stuff that isn't worthy of so much attention.

I finished wiping the floor down, thanked my parents for the lessons they taught me, scooped up my little boy and went on with my day.

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How Did I Get Here?

Posted by Unknown Rabu, 24 April 2013 0 komentar
The older I get, the more I realize how messed up we all are.

Our friends. Our families. The parents of the kids your kids are friends with. The neighbors. Even the people who totally look like they have it all together. Yep, them too.

We've all got issues.

I remember being young and naive, not having any awareness at all that someday I wouldn't be young or naive anymore. I remember thinking that mid life crises were just things that people wrote about or talked about in abstract, or that they were the things that happened to the people in my parent's generation and that we wouldn't do things like that because we would know better when we were that old.

Not that we ever would be that old, because we wouldn't.

We would stay young and happy and optimistic and flexible. Things would work themselves out. It would all be okay, whatever it was, because we willed it to be.

Then suddenly we ended up here. In whatever version of mid-life we're in.

I think that most of us at this age are just getting along, just getting through. No one is really happy, no one is doing what they want, no one feels in control of everything in their lives. We all question what we're doing, and yet we all want everyone else to believe that we're fine.

Because we want to believe that we're fine.

When you first get married, we are fine. Usually. What no one ever tells you is that it doesn't stay that way. No one tells you that someday life will be complicated and hard and ugly. Or that someday being married won't have anything to do with being in love anymore. Or that marriage will be hard, awful work. Or that your partner might not be willing to do that work and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

Or we assume everything will come easily, but then you can't get pregnant. Or you do, but then you lose the baby. Or you do, but there are serious complications and it's not fun at all. Or you do, but then you get postpartum depression. Or you get past all that, then have to deal with chronic health problems or sudden illnesses or kids who rage at you. You question if you're cut out for this at all.

Or things are all great for a while. You get married and you have the kids easily and everything goes according to plan until you find yourself sitting in an empty house while the kids are off at school wondering who the hell you are anymore. Your entire identity is wrapped up in someone else. More than one someone, and you don't even remember what you want or who you were. Except you're not that person anymore, you're this one. So now what?

Or you made decisions in the past, and at the time you made them for reasons. Good reasons. Important reasons. Then time passes and you're at the mercy of those decisions wondering what the hell you did. Wondering how much you sacrificed. Wondering how different things would be. Wishing you had it back, knowing that you never will.

Or you are working in a job in a field you never thought you would be. Out of necessity. Out of convenience.  Out of laziness. You aren't doing what you wanted. You're never doing what you wanted. You're doing what you have to just to make it to the next paycheck. Then doing it again for the next two weeks. You aren't fulfilled, but that doesn't matter anymore because it hasn't mattered in so long that you don't even remember what it looks like.

Or you start to feel the imposing weight of time. You start to sense you are running out of it. You try to cling to your youth desperately.


Or you find yourself staying up late or getting up early just to be alone, just to have three seconds when someone else doesn't need you. Or you find yourself trying to fill voids, try to figure out how to be happy again. You buy things you don't need, then you feel guilty about it. You still aren't happy.

Or you start acting selfishly. You decide you aren't happy anymore and decide that's all that matters. You cling to whatever you think will make you happy, even if it's just temporary. Even if it's destructive. Even if it hurts other people. Even if it chips away at your soul.

Or you find yourself torn between generations. Trying to care for the people you're supposed to, the ones you signed up for, then trying to care for your parents. And you can't do both right. And you're always letting someone down. And it's never enough. Maybe they're in the same town, maybe they're on the other side of the country or the world, and it's never enough.

Or someday you find yourself wandering life without those parents. You second guess the things you said and did. You contemplate your own mortality. You miss them. You know that you're floating around in this world without a safety net anymore. You realize all that in one second. You aren't anyone's child anymore. You alone have to be responsible. You wish for second chances. You wish for one more moment.

Or you're in one of those places and refuse to see it. You try to tell yourself that everything is fine. You convince yourself that you are happy. That this, whatever this is, is enough. You want to be fine. You want other people to believe that everything is fine.

But it's not.

We all have issues. We all collect them like souvenirs as we age. Some of us have steamer trunks full of them. We reevaluate. We question. We wonder.

Is this it? Is this the best it gets?

You hear all the time about how adolescence is the hardest time in life, with the most changes. I don't think that's accurate at all. I think middle age is harder because the stakes are higher. The further I get into it, the more I see it. The more personal tragedies I experience, the more I know it. In some ways I envy the people who aren't there yet.

I'd love to go back to being young and naive.

Middle age sucks.

Kids are testing us, pushing our buttons, straining our resources.
We are getting older. We develop health problems. We get gray hair and wrinkles.
Parents are aging, sick, dying.
Careers are stagnating, not what we thought they would be.
Marriages around us are falling apart, maybe even ours is.

Most of us can weather it and come out on the other side. We can walk right up to the ledge of crazy but step back. We can reevaluate everything in our lives and still find peace with the choices we made and where we are. We can be grateful for what we have and let go of what we don't.

Not everyone can.

Some of us start reevaluating things, walk up to the edge and jump. Some of us ruin our lives. Some of us have affairs. Some of us quit our jobs and try to reinvent ourselves. Some of us declare we aren't happy and decide we will do whatever it takes to be happy, even if it destroys our families. Some of us buy fast cars.

I was talking about this with a friend a few days ago, someone who's gone through a lot of life stuff lately too, someone who's trying her hardest to weather it all and not lose her mind, someone who understands me in a way few people do, and she asked me to smack her if she buys a fast car.

I promised I would...unless she buys a Camaro. She does that, I'm driving.

And yeah, we're totally going to Vegas.

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