Is that a word? Undramatizing.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that over the weekend. We seem to be chasing after it with Claudine who’s at an age where everything is full on drama, magnified by the fact that she’s very sensitive about a lot of things. It’s a phase I’m sure, and one that I know we’ll have some respite from, at least until the teenage years hit.
But I’ve also been learning how to do this myself. Had a bad day Friday and I went into a panic and straight into triage mode. But all the while I kept thinking to myself, I know how to do this, it’s scary, but we know how to do this, so it wasn’t a complete freakout. By the weekend I had devised a plan and I even examined the chain of events as some sort of sign. I even announced to Mark on Sunday that I had decided that I wasn’t going to work anymore, that I was retiring early. Of course it was a joke, but at that moment when the words were coming out of my mouth, I kind of believed it. Maybe what I actually believed was the unspoken implication by that statement that I was ready for a career change. It was certainly worth probing into a little more deeply. By Monday, things had mellowed out considerably and things didn’t feel so dire.
Today, I feel grateful for what we have. I’m grateful that we have the skills to jump into action and be resourceful when we need to. A lot of this comes from experience I think, of hitting rock bottom and knowing that you can climb out of it because you’ve done it before. I’m grateful to have friends who I can meet, email or text when I need to vent (no phone calls, ha! Who am I kidding). I never take this for granted because I didn’t have these kinds of friendships for years. They can be hard to find, so if you have them, hold on to them. I’ve made a point to meet with a friend almost every other day since the girls have been back at school and things tend to percolate and happen when you’re out in the world.
I also appreciate my mom’s completely unemotional advice when it comes to business and work matters. Being a business woman herself, she’s dealt with it all and works through issues in a very methodical manner. I called her Sunday when the wave of panic had largely subsided just to catch up. I was fairly unemotional about things myself at that point, but her response was a dry, “something else will come up.” I think our entire phone call lasted all of 7 minutes. Sometimes you just want some comfort and sympathy from your mom even though you’re an adult, you know? But when we hung up I just had to laugh at our phone call. Such an undramatic, practical response.
But I put the phone down and just nodded, yup.