Mediocrity

Who feels mediocre?

I am not mediocre I am content.  Maybe you feel what you have achieved is OK and that greatness only happens to exceptional people.

Maybe you have been told that you can’t do that unless you have a lot of money or a masters degree.

Do you watch E news and wish you had that life?

Do you scroll Instagram and envy all of those rich, successful people?

Are you angered because people don’t understand your struggle?

I am not going to blow smoke up your ass and tell you that you can achieve anything you want.  I do believe that occasionally that isn’t possible.

BUT I will say that what most of us REALLY want IS achievable and it is about our own personal story or the kool-aid that we drink.

I have often felt I wasn’t a good mom and that maybe I shouldn’t give other people advice.

I think that is wrong

I have often felt my writing was so so and nobody would every read it

I think that is wrong

I have often felt my mistakes in life would prevent me from being inspiring

Yep, I am pretty sure that isn’t true.

I was told that my success would come from education.

ummm not really.  I have a LOT of education, not sure I am any more successful

So guess what?

I wrote a book and it wasn’t published.  I tried and they turned me down.  It devastated me.

I will publish it myself

I wrote some vignettes and nobody has read them because, well, they wouldn’t publish my book so they must be crap.

Wrong.  I will publish those myself.

I am a good mom.  A mom that made mistakes that made me better.

I AM inspiring.  People tell me every day.

I can be successful because I am the one who determines what that is.

Change up your kool-aid.

Spike it with truth and confidence.

Stop listening to people who have already qualified you.

Stop being mediocre

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contempt

I have heard this word come up several times in the last few weeks.  The definition I found on the internet is

“the feeling that a person or a thing is beneath consideration, worthless, or deserving scorn”

I have heard it is the emotion that destroys marriages and PBS described it as the platform the republican party is using toward democrats.

I can not imagine anything worse than someone considering you worthless.  Worthless of existence, love, acceptance, understanding, empathy, patience.

I am saddened that we live in a world that condones contempt.

What happens to us that we have contempt for another human being?

What has hardened our hearts to the point that we find no value in another person, their thoughts or beliefs?

I really want to know.  I am not asking in a hypothetical sense.  I look at my little grandsons and wonder what would happen if they encountered someone who was contemptuous.  What does that do to a persons sense of self worth?

I am certain it would damage it deeply.  Does that then create contempt in them?

Are we at risk of living in a world where our self worth, self image and emotional well being are at risk?

I am going to be hopelessly optimistic.  I will cheer for you.  I will hug you if you need it.  I will praise your effort.  I will see the good in you and I will not allow you to create contempt in me.

I believe in people and I believe in you.

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Innocent until proven guilty

It appears this is the buzz phrase of the day or week.  Such an important concept but not one to be taken lightly, out of context, or miss used.

It is a hard one for me, as I work with victims of crime on a daily basis and although the perception of the general public is that this is how our judicial system works, it isn’t quite that simple.

All too frequently, what I see is that the burden lies on the victim to prove that it happened, not on the perpetrator to prove they are innocent.

“are you sure?”

“Maybe you misunderstood”

“you know she lies a lot”

“Well you were drinking.”

“kids come up with the darndest things”

“he is a good person and would never do that”

How do you prove within a reasonable doubt that something did occur when the only two people that know are the two people that were there?

Who should bare that burden?

What can we do to make the system work?

What harm is there in believing everyone’s version of what happened?

Can we not let research, facts, and statements, speak for themselves?

Can we agree to remain objective, neutral, and look for the truth?

What happens when innocent people go to jail, when guilty people get away with what they did.  When the system fails you simply based on your economic ability to obtain counsel or the color of your skin?

If only we could go with the saying “innocent until proven guilty”

Who knows, I might sleep better at night but I doubt it.

 

 

Feeling incompetent

Being a parent is one of the hardest things we do.  Often we feel incompetent or guilty. The screaming toddler can provoke us into a person we don’t want to be.  It is difficult to remember that adults are supposed to be in control of their emotions, something that some people never master.

How can we expect children to learn this if we don’t model this behavior.   I often hear “why does he act like this?”  “We can’t let them get away with it or they will win.”

Is parenting really about who wins?  What is the cost?

Some things to consider…How old is the child?  What is the struggle?  How many rules do you have?  Does the punishment fit the crime?

I encourage distraction with small children.  There is no rationalizing with a child who barely understand cause and effect.  You can talk all you want but they can’t hear you. Don’t talk about what it is they are melting down about.  Simply acknowledge their feelings and try to get them to move on.

Some issues have to be addressed….Others don’t.  If they are at risk of hurting themselves or others we have to talk about it.  Teenagers are tough.  They are trying to become the person they want to be.  We often isolate them out of fear or as punishment.  This can be devastating and I encourage you to find ways for them to socialize that are safe.  Team activities or something that is well monitored are good options.  Remember a teenager’s job is to be difficult and disagree with you.  Learning how to debate in a healthy way is a wonderful skill.  Listen to what they are saying you might be surprised.   Counseling is always a good option.   They will not want to go, remember that’s their job.  Tell them “we are going to go three times, then we can talk about whether we want to continue.”  Most teenagers are not going to say “wow that really helped and I enjoy this therapeutic relationship!”  You’ll be lucky if you get, ” I guess she is OK.”

How many rules do you have at your house?  Rules for small children should focus on safety.  We don’t jump on the bed.  We eat at the table.  If you have more than 10 rules I encourage you to look at them.

When you get ready to discipline it is OK to think about it for awhile;  especially with older children.  Don’t make decisions when you are angry.  “I need to think on this.  I will let you know tomorrow.”  Include the other parent whenever possible.   We often make very harsh decisions when we are angry and we have a lot of trouble following through. Just wait…It’s OK.

How much quality time are you spending?  This can off set the worst behavior.  Do you sit at the table, with the TV off, and eat dinner as a family?  If you don’t, you should.  The research on this is amazing and has positive long term effects, simply by eating one meal a day as a family.

Do you truly talk to your children about what is going on?  “is anyone picking on you at school”  bullying is rampant and children will usually not tell unless you ask.  If you are seeing signs of depression ask.   “Are you feeling sad, how often, do you have thoughts about hurting yourself or hurting someone else?”  Have an agreement that you will ask and the child will tell you the truth.  It could be live saving

After the last meltdown at our house we were all exhausted, feeling small and incompetent.  We said “I am sorry”  and acknowledged feelings.  Even the big people did this.  Perfection is unattainable, be present, love, care, listen.  It’ll be OK.

 

food police

I am sure that I am not the only one who is the go to person for, “is this bad?”  “does this smell rotten?”, “Yeah, I thought that smelled bad but I wanted you to smell it first.”

What??

We had a jar of jalapenos that the expiration date on it was 2015.  I don’t eat them so I never check.  “do these smell old?”

“they expired 3 year ago!!! Does it matter?”

“Smell this milk, does it smell bad?”

“you smell it!!!”

Does anyone NOT recognize that smell?   It is horrid, or what about rancid meat….Nobody knows what that smells like…sheesh.

The food police also do NOT put empty containers back in the refrigerator or leave a to-go box with one french fry in it.  Most food police also don’t use brutal force to push the garbage down into the can to keep from emptying it.

Food police that own pets are also the first person to smell the pile of steaming crap on the rug…I guess our noses are just superior.

I could be bitter about my exceptional gift but I have become accustom and embrace it. I realize others safety could be in my hands.

The meltdown

If you know toddlers, then you know meltdowns.  I have two grandsons and the oldest is the master at the meltdown.  They are normal, but they can really test your self-control.  They have gotten better over the last year but it happened again recently.

It was 5:30 pm on a Thursday.  The week is winding down and I am tired.  We have nothing to eat and a trip to Sam’s club is a must.  I am scheduled to pick up the four year old.  I know that the stars are not lining up well for this.  Both of us are tired, hungry and well….he’s four!!!

I pick him up and runs to me, screaming “grannnnnndmaaaa”  He hugs my leg and I am filled with joy….  I am so glad to see him.  “We need to go to Sam’s Ok?”   I say as we are getting his backpack.

“Yay, can I look at the toys?”

“We can look but there probably isn’t anything small, you will probably not get anything today, ok?”

Mistake number one.   I should have been more concrete.  “Sam’s will not have anything and we aren’t getting anything”  but that sounds so harsh

His response is “but we can look right?”

I am buckling him into his car seat.  Why is it that those straps are never the same length as when you unbuckled them, and they are always all twisted up.  I swear there is a car seat gremlin that screws with those things.

“we can look but we are probably not getting anything” (probably damn it…WE AREN’T GETTING ANY TOYS!!!)

As I am buckling him in, his little hand reaches up to my cheek and he gently caresses it, then he starts to squeeze my cheek and the grip become more and more firm, I look into his eyes and I see a twinkle of anger in there.

“are you trying to hurt grandma?”

“no, why is your face so squishy?”

“Because I am old.  No meltdowns at the store ok?”

“Ok” he says with a defeated voice.

We get to Sam’s and get the cart, “Can we look at the toys?”

“We are getting the food first then we will walk down that isle before we check out, OK? ”

“OK”

We get our food and head towards the toy isle.  I know there won’t be anything we can take home.  There are huge blow up toys for the pool, large yard items and books….This is gonna get ugly.  We start our walk and I can see the panic come over his face, no small toys, nothing, nothing that grandma is going to buy!

“you can have a book.”

“I don’t want a book”

“ok”

We walk the full length of the aisle…nothing, he is in full panic mode…He isn’t crying yet but it’s coming…I can’t help myself and I start to giggle.  It is what I do.  I know it isn’t going to help the situation but I can’t help it.

“Ok let’s go check out.”  I say

“NOOOOOO grandma, can we look one more time?”

“Ok, one more time but then we are leaving.  Everyone is waiting on us at home.”

Down the isle we go again….Nothing, his little face is so sad, there is nothing to buy, nothing, NOTHINGGGGG!!!

“Ok, it’s time to go” I say.  We head toward the register and here it comes.  He has a death grip on the cart, feet dug in, he is in total melt down mode.

“NOOOOOO Grandma I want a toy, I want to look”

The lady scans my groceries, he is still screaming and jumping up and down, I occasionally lean down and say very softly, “please stop, please be quiet”

“no grandma, please grandma, waaa waaa ”

I tell you what, these moments are hard.  I feel bad for him.  I feel bad for me, but I know this is normal.  People are staring and that’s ok.  It is normal.  He is sad, he is tired and he is hungry.  Grandma should not have done this.

We head toward the door and he is hanging onto the cart feet dug in.  I am literally pulling him along, he hasn’t taken a step.  He is sliding with his head flung back, “noooooo grandma”

I hand the lady my receipt and say “he’s not on there but we could probably make a deal”  We get outside and I stop the cart

“Tell grandma what you want.”

“I want to got Walmart.”

“we are going to go home and eat, take a bath and talk about it, but we probably aren’t going to Walmart today.”

“Ok” he says and just like that it is over

We made it,  It’s over, nobody got hurt, and nobody died.  I feel bad for little guys when this happens.  They have so little control over things,  they have very few real choices.  They are just learning how to control their emotions, add being tired and hungry on top of it and it’s a recipe for disaster.

The next time you see a meltdown, remember they are normal.  The child isn’t bad, mom isn’t a bad parent.  It’s a bad situation that may not have been avoidable.   Give an affirmative head nod, a positive wink, or say “It’s ok, it’s normal”.  Because it is and this too shall pass, until the next trip!!

 

 

 

 

 

30 years of marriage

In October I will have been married for 30 years and the shocking thing is, it is to the same person.  So what does thirty years of marriage look like?

Year one- He is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.  I can’t wait to see him and we have sex all the time.  There is also a lot of touching and giggling…..gross

year 30-  He has aged amazingly well, not the sexiest thing I have ever seen…we’ve been married for 30 years and I’ve seen a lot of hot guys in that time but I still feel like I married up.

Year one- nothing he does annoys me.  He calls me pet names, we have sex all the time and lots of giggling

Year 30- He does a lot of things that annoy me.  Should I make a list.  He hangs Walmart bags on everything, door knobs, cabinets, the back of chairs.  He make this horrible throat clearing snorting  noise, he is obsessed with all of his orifices.

Year five- We still have sex  a lot.  We have to be quiet so the kids don’t hear us.  There are little things that annoy me but nothing that is a deal breaker.  He hangs his pants on the back of chairs and makes this weird noise after he brushes his teeth.

Year 30- Lots of groaning but it is when we get out of bed in the morning or after we have worked in the yard.  No worries about people hearing us having sex…He makes horrible noises and is obsessed with his orifices ( I think I already mentioned that).

Year 30-  We tell each other “I love you” every day.  He tells me every morning before I leave  “you look pretty” and “have a good day”.  We say thank you for every day chores like making dinner, cleaning up the kitchen, or emptying the trash.

Sometimes when I look at him the 30 years flash through my brain.   I see  him in pain, sweeping the floor the day Jaymee died.   I see him dancing at the bar in Enid where we met.   I see his face the day Logan was born.   I think about him driving 30 minutes to change my tire.   I always see the love and adoration he has for me.   I hope when he looks in my eyes he sees the same.

 

 

 

It’s All about me

This is the title of the book that I wrote.   It is a memoir that covers the death of my daughter and the 2 1/2 years that followed.  During that time in my life it was all about me.  Grief can cause some pretty intense, self centered, all about me, way of thinking.  The title is fitting.

I remember needing to return to work and went back two weeks after she died.  I was a home visiting nurse and my job was very intimate.  My co-workers were concerned that it would be too much for me.  I gave them a list of people to contact and set some appointments.  I chose people whose lives were the most chaotic.  This would seem like the worst people to choose, but quite the contrary.  Their lives were so burdensome that they didn’t ask how I was or what was going on in my life.  I was able to get through that hour, focusing on them, not having to share or explain things.  I didn’t want their attention, I just wanted to do my job.  It was a pitiful existence for awhile but it worked.

Fast forward to now.  I see children that live in that burdensome world.  A world where there sole purpose is to survive.  They act out in school or are withdrawn.  Most often their parents live in that world too.  Not connecting with the child, much like they didn’t connect with me all of those years ago.  I try to be the buffer in that 30 minutes I spend with them.  Attempting to speak for the child and advocating in what little way I can.  It is hard not to blame the parents but I know they can’t hear me.   Trauma is rampant in our society and we don’t see it.  We do, but we don’t recognize it.  It could be the mom at Walmart that flips out on her kid, the child that is constantly disruptive or in trouble, the girl at the drive through window that just can’t seem to get your order right.

Am I perfect?  Do I remember these things while interacting with them?  Not always, but I do try to  be patient and to remember that for now It’s not all about me.

 

 

 

poop

Until recently I thought everyone’s family talked about poop.   That poop was just a normal conversation.    A new member of the family informed us that, “no, not everyone talks about poop  and it is just plain weird”.   This caused me to reflect.   Maybe it is because I am a nurse, or a mother, and that is how this strange family habit started.  Then I remember these conversations occurring  when I was a child so that can’t be the reasoning behind it.    Isn’t it necessary tho?    How do we know if our kids are constipated if we don’t talk about it?  “Did Timmy poop today?  Was it a good one?”  Doesn’t everyone comment on how stinky the litter box is?  Oh my god, what if we have to run out of the room during our favorite TV show, causing a long intermission.  Do we not owe our family members an explanation “I’m sorry, it is the damn  iceberg lettuce I had at noon”?  “Do not go in there!”   Hmmm.  We have spent many family get togethers reminiscing about the good ole days and well, you know, that one time when grandpa had to run up 100 steps with his butt cheeks clenched fighting off an attack of diarrhea, or the time uncle Ben pooped in a rest stop, sitting next to a stranger, who had also just finished his second cup of coffee.  Maybe it is a little odd.   The topic does seem to come up quite regularly, pardon the pun.  I will try to me more cognizant of it, maybe not bring it up at the dinner table and definitely not in front of strangers or at work.   I think that’s a pretty good compromise.   What do you think?

hello,

I decided I was going to blog about three weeks ago while I was working with a fellow entrepreneur.  I am extroverted, have written a book (that nobody has published) and was like “hell yeah let’s do it”.   Ever since then, writers block….nothing.  What do I say?  So I guess I will start by telling you about me.  Then you can decide if you want to keep reading.  I am 53, almost 54 years old.  I have been married for almost 30 years.  I have one son and two grandsons.  I had a daughter that was killed at the age of 19 in a car accident.  That was 15 years ago.  It shattered me and almost wiped me out.  I am not afraid to admit that I was suicidal for awhile.  Her death has made me  more empathetic.  I now understand where some people are coming from when they do things that may seem selfish, bizarre, heartless or rude.  Pain and trauma make us do things that others may misinterpret.  I am a nurse.  This week marks 20 years since I graduated from nursing school.  I have a masters degree in forensic science and a masters in nursing.  I am a family nurse practitioner and I see children who have been abused.  When my day is done, we don’t talk about it.  Nobody can listen and I am not to tell.  It can make for some difficult processing.   I own my own business.  I sell skin care and cosmetics.   It is the light to my dark.  It is frivolous and gratuitous.  It helps to even me out.  I have a very positive outlook.  I smile as often as possible, I laugh a lot and sometime it is at your expense.  I love to tease and we tease hard at my house.  I say it like it is.  If that hurts your feelings, sorry.   Amazingly enough though I say it like it is and it is generally well received.  Maybe I am blowing smoke up my own ass but I have a pretty good track record.  Most people still like me and come back for more.   So what am I going to do with this blog ….I don’t know.  Let’s just see where it takes me.   I love to give advice.   I tell great stories.  Maybe we can do this together.  Stay tuned and lets just watch it unfold…..Until then

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