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Thursday, June 30, 2016

Finding the balance


One of my forever realities is loving doing things for other folks.  One of my pitfalls has been offering help when it doesn't really work for me.  (I've always been relatively good at stepping back when helping out would harm rather than serve.)

It was going beyond a healthy boundary to offer to pick up & deliver a book from my church then hike it out to my oldest brother, who lives about 45 minutes from Squirrel Haven.  He hadn't asked me to, but there I was, giving up 90 minutes of drive time to do something that he can do just as easily & less expensively (postage will be less than mileage) on his own.

But find out where two pics in our local college alumni magazine where taken?  Hey, that I can handle in a flash, even at almost 9:00 p.m.  Hey, Facebook! 

Being in the lives of folks who experience me as a bit of a pain is possible, it just requires a balancing act.  The older I get, the more I am able to give up, the fewer issues are worth getting bent out of shape over.  The older I get, the more I see both the humanity in others & the humor in situations that would have once driven me right up a tree.

Will I be able to find out the answers to Peter's inquiries before he heads off to slumbers tonight ~or~ is he destined to track down someone in the Academy business office for his info?  We shall see.  Whichever, am grateful for the situation coming up, for appreciating anew that we can create new healthier versions of old toxic relationships - all we need to is be willing to find a loving balance.




Entrenched habits die hard - but die they will!



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Peter, my oldest brother, called earlier this evening.  He has a couple pics he wants my help identifying in our local college's alum mag - set my copy aside to go over with him, it was such a secure place that I forgot where it was! 

And he wondered if I had a particular church publication, a book.  I sounded surprised to hear that I don't, since it was unheard of in our household to not have a full set of the books!  He mentioned ordering it from the Cathedral Book Center. 


Without a thought, I immediately offered to pick up a copy & trek it out to him.

Old habits die hard.  Being there for my sibs is downright entrenched.  I doubt Peter's feathers will be in the least ruffled by my stepping aside & letting him order it, the Book Center send it.  He hadn't asked me to step in; the offer was purely reflexive on my part.

Great thing about growing older - we really DO get wiser!  Or at least we wise up.


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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Cultivating the practice of good childing


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Looking through the current Scientific American Mind special edition on parenting, it struck me that as our nation's age span grows longer, we - as community & culture, families & individuals - need to find better ways to handle childing. 

Childing - similar to parenting, it is what we do as youngers to help ensure that our older parents, family, loved ones, neighbors come into their aged own.  Perhaps it starts with shifting focus from chasing youth to pursuing purpose. 

Out of Eric Erikson's eight stages of life development, our culture seems intent on staying as long as possible in Stages 5 - 7 ~ with occasional excursions into 1-4 ~ while holding off for dear life Stage 8.  As a culture nation world, we suffer for their folly, for it makes so difficult for our elderly to become true elders, the promise of the recently added Stage 9.


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If we want to restore a semblance of sanity to our crazed culture, we need to change contempt & fear of old age back to appreciation & honoring. 

Just look at the USA & the UK in June 2018 - examples of cultures where the sane, leavening voices of the elderly have been put on permanent mute & the "wild ass" state of unbridled youth holds full rein.

Our parents will always be our parents, but just as their role changes with old age, our role as children has to change as well. 

I'll be honest with you - this was never an issue for me.  Being there for my mother was a given.  It didn't feel like a sacrifice, even when it was wrenching (which it often was).  It felt right.  "Honor your father & your mother..."   Whether due to accepting it as another of the Ten Commandments or because it was clearly the right thing to do or for some other unknown/unknowable reason, I was into childing long before I knew it as a term.

Mom would say, "I am like the child, now."  And I would explain that she was very much the parent, I was very much her child, but how we experienced & acted out those roles had evolved into something wholly new for both of us. Sadly, what we saw as an adventure into the great unknown too many find to be unsettling, disorienting, frightening. 

Without turning our attention to the situation, changing our futile search for endless youth into a fertile seeking of all that age unfolds, my Boomer generation is going to be in far worse shape than our parents.  We will become what we learned, as youngers, to fear.  We will be faced with decreased resources, increased dependency AND self-loathing.

We are, as a generation, swiftly getting past our opportunity to cultivate a practice of good childing.  It is no easier to child than it was to parent.  And just as essential for the well-being of everyone, the family, community & culture.

People often said some version of, "If I got along as well with my mother as you do with yours, I'd have her live with us, too."  As I've written many times, we were NOT an easy match.  As much as certain aspects of our personalities messed, our expectations of life, our definition of family, how we viewed roles & responsibilities within particular partnerships were light years apart.  But for some reason, I had a sense of family as tribe & a total commitment to living the 5th commandment.  That doesn't make me noble, just doing what called to be done.

How can someone see older family & friends slowly losing their once-strong sense of autonomy & NOT feel compassion?  There was a time when Mom fell into complete distrust of herself & of her environment - she would not step foot outside of the house, feared everything as a potential trip fall injury.  It took every bit of my fledgling childing skills to draw her out & help lead her back to a fuller sense of her true self.  Praise be for Gail & Scott's flowering magnolia, a sight she'd looked forward to since they'd planted the tree five years before, an opportunity I offered & she took, leading to a childing personal best!

We need to be writing books on childing, share experiences & best practices, much as in the 1950s Benjamin Spock & others started conversations on parenting.  We need Scientific American Mind to be publishing a special childing edition - How to Appreciate & Cheerlead a Wise Parent.  We need TED talks & youtube presentations.  We need to understand what underpins effective childing - compassion, empathy & caring, all possible even in situations where love is in short supply or stretched to limits of endurance.

In spite of her many physical challenges & the stresses/strains within our personal relationship, I like to think that Mom never lose her sense of place.  I don't mean physically.  Both my mother & my m-i-l died in their own home, my mother in her own room.  I mean a sense of personal place.  While, as she herself described, she'd lost so many of her previous roles, she knew that there were others she could still fill, new ones that she embraced. 

There are many things that I stink at, have no affinity for, am a complete failure.  But I understand the importance of & have a knack for childing.  My calling, my purpose, my passion is to help others develop & cultivate their own childing skills.  Like parenting, childing isn't a cookie cutter dynamic.  It takes hard work, patience (with self as well as others) & bottomless compassion empathy endurance. 

And, as a generation, we better get cultivating our childing skills fast or our own future goose will be thoroughly cooked!




Monday, June 27, 2016

Before I toddle back to bed - recognizing my strengths

Okay, it's 2:36 in the bloody a.m. & I just finished a blog posting on the horrific blow-back due to marginalizing our oldsters elderly ancients.  But more than thoughts of BREXIT, Trump & HRC shook me from my slumbers at 1:35 a.m. - was also thinking, with excited delight, about connecting later this morning with my well-being coach, Jane Kerschner.

Thinking about Jane & remembering a terrific lesson not exactly learned but profoundly remembered over this past weekend.  Remembered this past Saturday, sitting with a group of singularly exception women before hearing a gifted group leader facilitate a Daring Way workshop based on the work of the brilliant Brene Brown, organized & put on by a circle of women who leave me gobswoggled with admiration.  Remembered as John & I sat under the shade of trees at Sunday's Boro Park concert, looking over a scene of Norman Rockwell-esque wonder, children & families, friends of all ages, having a grand time.

What first woke me up this a.m. were thoughts about the strengths that I bring to the table.  My tendency is to think that I am not as talented as the women who put together the Daring Way workshop, that I am not as connected as the friends gathered together at the picnic concert.  I haven't this person's brilliance or that person's credentials.  For many years, those sorts of disempowering thoughts kept me small.  Or kept me thinking I was only capable of doing small things, strangely even as I was doing quite LARGE ones.  

The fact is that those thoughts are quite true - I do not have brilliance working with people, am untried at recruiting allies, am awkward in discussion (or at least it feels that way to me), lack confidence-inspiring credentials.  All true.  

BUT, what I bring that is so important, is the ability to see a problem, a situation that calls out for attention.  I am gifted with appreciating the value of others & unstinting in giving a shout out to their worth - based on solid observation rather than mere fluffery.  I am NOT able to lead a Daring Way workshop or nab an invitation to TEDWomen (yet) or do a lot of things that need doing.  

What I was reminded of this morning, waking up in the ludicrously wee small hours, is that my great purpose is serving as the center of a hub of eldercare services that go beyond maintenance & support to engaging energizing empowering.

It is 2:57 a.m. & I'm on my way back to bed, having shared my strengths.  That's it for now, noting them in a posting.  Come the morning, it's onward & upward to whatever glories are ahead!  Bring it on, am ready to hit 'em out of the park!


 

BREXIT, Trump, HRC – the price of marginalizing elders



What do the BREXIT vote & the two 2016 presidential candidates have in common?  They are all ghastly reflections of the price we’re paying for marginalizing our older people, for transforming them from sources of perspective  & ideally wisdom into a sorry herd of frightened sheep corralled by Fox News, aided & abetted by other network news channels.


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It's 2:30 a.m. & wee small hours of the morning thinking has me pondering David Cameron's Grannie, because I bet she would have pointed out to her grandson the folly of allowing the catchy term BREXIT go unchallenged – countless times, what did it tell the British people?  Exit Britain!  She would have inspired the Remain party to blanketed the UK with signs showing the classic circle & slash over the self-fulfilling our worst fears word.  All over the UK, grandparents would have pointed out to children & grandchildren that the elites might be establishment, but were also correct when it came to the fallout of a vote to leave.  And no self-respecting Grannie or Nan would EVER have trusted anyone with such intentionally ridiculous hair!



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Can you imagine a Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton walking off with their party’s presidential nominations a generation ago, before our senior citizens were put on permanent mute?   Trump wouldn’t have made it past the first primary because Frank Wallace would have chewed out Chris for not asking serious questions & Tadeusz Brzezinski  would have read the Riot Act to Mika for letting Trump baffle her with bullshit.  

And Hillary – what self-respecting oldster would  tolerate such a empty suit getting the Democratic nod?  Oh, her grandparents might have doted on her, but the rest of America's grannies would have seen through the blatant DINO ways, Hill's obvious dedication to Wall Street over Main Street, and been chilled by her apparent lack of any ethical core.



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Today's docilized oldsters elderly ancients are no longer sources of the wisdom of age, no longer provide the perspective only possible with decades upon decades of getting through genuinely tough times,  experiencing extreme loss & deprivation & surviving.   

Now, they've been transformed into a major part of the problem. An eminently intelligent friend of mine said yesterday that come Election Day, he'll hold his nose & vote for Trump.  Pressed for his reason, the only one he gave was his DEEP, apparently bottomless loathing of Hillary.  Like so many across The Pond, this smart man plans on voting with his heart, not his head. 



If this was a generation ago, the vote in Britain, the triumph of Trump & the steamrolling of HRC would never have happened because our parents, grandparents, older friends & family would have pointed out each particular emperor/ess had no clothes.  And we would have listened.

BREXIT, Trump & HRC - scary examples of what I've been bleating about for years: the terrible price we'd pay for marginalizing our seniors, cutting ourselves off from elder wisdom, putting on mute the very generation that's supposed to helping us maintain our balance by insights & observations culled from long lifetimes of experience.

Sadly, no longer my theory.  A sorry fact.  In each of those cases, in so many more - eyes wide shut.


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