Make Yourself Happy

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Trying to make other people happy is likely to create unhappiness for all involved.

You can be thoughtful of other people. You can be generous with other people. You can even be indulgent of other people. But, no matter how hard you try, there is never a guarantee that your efforts will yield happy other people.

Following this line of reasoning, any efforts I make to create happiness for other people, should be made simply because those efforts, in and of themselves, will make me happy. I don’t think that is selfish. Any effort to make another person happy should be given completely freely. We can hope that our efforts will make other people happy, but it is immature to demand that our efforts will have the result we intend. It is unreasonable to think we can manage that level of control over other people.

I believe this but I don’t always remember to live it.

Two of my three kids have birthdays in December. This year, two out of two kids cried on their birthdays. They were choosing to focus on the things that did not go as they had hoped and forgot about most everything else. This made me feel disappointed and frustrated and angry and defeated.

SONY DSC                       I worked hard to give my kids a special feeling on their birthdays because I wanted to make sure they felt extra happy. At least for one day. I did not realize that my efforts had strings attached until I felt resentful and disappointed when a different outcome occurred. Yet, as hard as it is to see my kids unhappy, I have learned that I am capable of making them even more unhappy by being upset and disappointed in them for being unhappy. I am impressive like that.SONY DSC

I tried to pull myself together and remember that there are factors in play which I have no control over. I tried to hug them while they ranted. I tried to bear up under the expectation that I could make it all okay. That didn’t work, so I just put them to bed.

Letting go of outcomes and focusing on what makes us happy and ignoring what makes us unhappy creates more happiness. For everyone. It just does. Some of us have to learn this lesson over and over again.

I sit here tonight faced with the choice of feeling bad about the way things went for my kids on their birthdays or thinking about what a relief it is to remember how I want to give – without strings attached – in time for Christmas. Living what I believe is challenging. Letting my kids learn to be in charge of their own happiness is a gift which is hard for me to give, but is worth high dividends in long-term happiness for us all.

Do you struggle with this too?

Birthday Crepes

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There comes a time when you learn that Santa isn’t real, the Easter bunny ain’t coming, the tooth fairy is a farce, and birthdays are not the one magical day of the year when everything goes right.

Today, my son’s friend could not hang out all day.

Today, my son’s brother decided not to get him a birthday gift.

Today, my son’s sister was at a sleepover to celebrate someone else’s birthday.

Today, my son’s mom didn’t make the birthday cake the right way.

Today, my son’s dad did not acknowlege his birthday.

Today, my son’s birthday simply did not go the way he had hoped.

Today, there were tears.

And my son’s mom was uncharacteristically tolerant of some childish outbursts which she knows are so much more easily expressed than the grief that feels like it is going to drown you in your throat. And she remembered how it felt to be disappointed that getting older was not as fun as it seemed like it was going to be. And the helplessness of seeing that the people you love are not going to be able to love you back in the way you want to be loved. And how it felt to know that this was the way it was going to be for a long time. And you couldn’t do anything about it.

Except wait. And try to trust when you are told that it won’t always feel this bad.

Today, thoughtful cards were made. And new games were played. And hugs were given. But, today, it felt like only the birthday crepes came out right.

Favorite Things Friday: My Birthday!

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This is me on my 4th birthday at my “Bike Parade” birthday party. This is a “before” picture.

My mom was very big into themed birthday parties. One year, I had a “Chinese Ladies” birthday party. She dressed all of the party-goers up in kimonos, painted our faces with pale powder, bright red lips, and slanty eyes. Really.

Another year, it was a “Fancy Ladies Dinner Party.” My mom and dad dressed up like a maid and butler and served a very formal dinner to us in our dining room, complete with the “yes, mam’s” and “no, mam’s” and sparkling apple cider in champagne flutes. At least they didn’t paint their faces black. My granny used to have parties where they dressed up as black people. Seriously. It was California in the 1960’s and, apparently, they thought the Watts Riots were something made up by the Democrats.

Anyway, my 4th birthday was a relatively inoffensive “Bike Parade” theme, probably because I got a brand new big ‘ol tricycle that year. We spent some time decorating our bikes with floppy tissue paper flowers and proceeded to ride them down the sidewalk, with the birthday girl proudly leading the parade. We rode all the way down to the corner. When we stopped at the corner, my parents helped everyone turn their bikes around in place so we could head back home. As we were doing this, it quickly became clear to me that the birthday girl was now at the back of the parade. The very back.

You just can’t hype a girl up with a pimped out new trike and expect her not to fall apart at this awful turn of events. I mean, I was at the END of the parade. What did they expect? Fortunately, there are no “after” pictures of me that day. It was not pretty, I assure you. Honestly, I don’t know if I will ever get over that trauma. See, I still have to talk about it.

Maybe this is why I really like my birthday. Probably more than an adult should. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but I really do love my special day. I do little special things for myself and I always get myself a present, so that I don’t really mind if no one else gets me one.

I love getting to be the next year older. (Now that “older” really does mean older, I am hoping I can keep feeling this way!) I have always thought about what the new age I am turning looks like, what it means, what it does. I like leaving behind the old age and feeling all of the possibility of the new age.  47 feels really different from 46. I think this is going to be a good year.

P.S.  If you want to wish me a happy birthday, you can pass a link to my blog onto some friends or subscribe to it via your email. That would be a really nice! Thanks!!!