I hung up the phone with my son after he refused to attend any of his scheduled activities last evening.
He was to be in three places at the same time. I’ve come to realize that when this son is stressed, he becomes adversarial and shuts down in all things. There would be no reasoning with this teen as he continued his diatribe on the phone as to why he couldn’t attend any of his events. He had already been excused from attending a jazz pep band at the high school basketball game due to a conflict with his Confirmation class. But the high school course information night was sandwiched between these two commitments and he stated he was not required to be there.
It was easy to disconnect the line. It’s hard to have honest conversations; to not seem disingenuous.
- After a long day at work I want to ignore the fact that my sons are (on social media/playing video games/general procrastination) not doing what they’re supposed to; namely homework.
- To tell the employee off when he feels “sick” while doing a task he doesn’t want to do.
- When your friend/spouse sounds like a broken record; repeating the same issues over and over and not wanting to find resolutions.
Being an effective communicator takes a lot of tact, patience, empathy and practice. I struggle with all of these things within my own circle of family and friends. I overthink my words and in doing so; choose to be silent. To mull them over and over, just so, until the perfect lines emerge. Since this hardly ever happens, I swallow them and work through my issues on my own.
I am one that can sit silently. To observe quietly. To serve humbly. I do not need a lot of words; a mere tap on the shoulder, a simple smile or hug can relay encouragement or acknowledgement. I find that when people use too many words; are too effusive with their thank yous or compliments; that they are not sincere. I know, I’ve caught myself doing this same thing.
With our current political climate dividing our nation I listen and observe as those around me weigh in. But recently, the hubs called me out. In choosing to remain passive and quiet, I am choosing not to participate and allowing events to happen so that I do not take ownership of the outcomes. His words were not just meant for politics; but in all things regarding our home and business.
Ouch. To this I must plead guilty.
I got quiet when the hubs chastised our sons that things cost money. February, traditionally, is our slowest month at work. Anticipating our upcoming property tax bills and income tax filings, the hubs’ worries pervaded our dinner. Later, the youngest asked about our financials and I found myself explaining economics. On my high school transcript, my one B was in this course.
How transparent should I be with my boys? With people?
From work I headed to the high school to glean information. Ironically, I thought about this while sitting in an economics class as the teacher presented the course to would-be senior students. As a parent I appreciate the efforts the school administration and staff offer to include parents in our students’ education. The texts, that very morning, from my girlfriend regarding the confirmation of the new secretary of the Department of Education were etched in my mind.
Education is important and I do not want to sit passively. I want to be informed.
As I had exited the general meeting, deciphering the location of the sessions my son may decide to take, a figure appeared from the shadows and grabbed my arm. Shocked, I blindly followed my son through four sessions before he walked to his Confirmation class at our church; which is adjacent to his high school. He had asked his father to drop him off. We went to none of the courses I thought he’d be taking. I’m glad he decided to show up; to take ownership of his education.
It was in the economics class that I could process my thoughts.
I spoke with my sons after remaining quiet for a few weeks about the virtue of honesty. They have felt my bitter disappointment.
- I am not fooled by screen savers masking online chats, inappropriate content or video gaming. Do not deceive.
- I do not want the carpool mom to sit in a high school parking lot waiting for forty-five minutes for a son who claimed he was “studying” and was walking at the outdoor mall with his “friend.” Do not be disrespectful.
- I will not be fooled again when the attendance office tells me a son has unexcused absences in a period to visit, said “friend” in her classroom. Do not lie.
I recount the details of those who have deceived me in the not-so-recent past. Of the grade level teachers who said one thing and turned around and did something else. Of the friend(s), whom I asked a question confidentially, who shared my probing with others.
I realized who were true, who wanted to discuss things with me to work things through and those who never would. The parachutes that held me down have been cut loose and it has taken me time to forgive; but not necessarily forget.
I cannot be fake; nor disingenuous. In dealing with disappointments I discovered what was important. Trust and truth trump all things. The words I need to speak finally do come. And it always takes two.
I will speak up. I do not have control over how my words are received. I must accept this and remain true to who I am.
The two boys sitting in front of me, in an economics presentation, reminded me of what friendships are. These high school teens have not mastered the art of deception. When their fellow friend went through a difficult time with a cry for attention; these boys rallied. They listened. They didn’t completely understand. They didn’t lie, gossip or tell their friend that everything was okay. They continued on their quests to work things through and trusted that their conversations were confidential. They are loyal to one another.
I hope that life’s distractions don’t ruin what these boys have, right now. It may not last. But each of these guys are accepted for whom they are; not by an outside measure of success like high grades, cool gadgets/ cars or by whom they know. They don’t need to be popular. They just need to be their transparent selves.
Recently in the midst of a boisterous book club group, someone heard the distinctive ring of my cell phone; Dave Brubeck’s tune, “Take Five.” Our shaken friend had just been involved in an accident, while driving to us, and was alone with police and paramedics with very low cell battery.
My hubs, still at work, was not nearby and so I interrupted the group discussion to inquire if any of their male counterparts were available to go to our friend; to provide support and inspect the vehicle. Immediately four girls called and texted their spouses.
I had just settled in; a glass of something yummy in-hand. I knew I would not be of much help but felt the plea of this dear friend; who didn’t need anything additional on her full plate. As her minivan got towed away, the officer urged her to let it go, to have a good time at book club.
When she walked through the door, the hugs engulfed her, the tequila relaxed her and she was embraced by the room of women discussing a book about hormones. It was later that I discovered our hostess loaned their extra vehicle so she wouldn’t have to be without a car. And the other friend, who has always opened her home and heart to this family who has undergone too many hurts and disappointments, deployed her husband to her aid.
I have been empowered by these friendships. For the moms who look out for my sons; as if they were their own. For the girlfriends who hear me on repeat and listen; gently redirecting me to other solutions to my issues. To those who are transparent; even when we do not agree on parenting, religion, politics and everything in-between. I hope to be able to reciprocate; even when it is not convenient. Even when I can’t afford it. Even when time doesn’t allow.
It is in honest, genuine interactions with others that matter. I can’t let life passively go by. Silence is lonely, solo and a cop-out. It takes two (or in my family’s case, five). Engage.