Forgiveness

Today my all-of-a-sudden-philosophical sister decided that it was my day to focus on "Forgiveness". (Hers was "Boundaries" and Wouter (The office "Jack"- we love him to death!!), well, Wouter got "Hope". Personally I would trade him his Hope for my Forgiveness in a heartbeat - he got off lightly!!)

But I did take her seriously and started doing a bit of past reflection (NEVER a great idea is you are hovering on the fence between a good mood and extreme irritation!). None the less, I contemplated.

First off, I have mother-in-law issues. We love each other dearly, but have very different opinions on how to do most things. Raise kids, decorate a house, house keeping, boundaries, cooking - you name it - we have probably butted heads about it. In the past 17 years we have had many, many, many, verbal (and written, sms'ed, emailed, and lately bbm'd) difference of opinions. And every time we seem to reach a plateau of peace, something happens to rattle status quo.

She thinks I'm controlling and bossy, that I don't include her enough in my life, that I over react and am keeping her son and grand kids from her. I think she doesn't respect me as a wife or mother, doesn't respect my boundaries, and basically thinks I am not good enough. Without analysing every issue, without rehashing past injuries, past injustices, past fights, without doing the he-said-she-said dance, playing the finger pointing, name calling (oh yes!) blame game, admitting we have issues is a first BIG step. Admitting that we probably always will have issues is the second BIG step. So now what?

The thing is, I need this emotional warfare to stop. There is no competition for affection, there is no ulterior motive, there is no hidden agenda. There is life. And life is complicated, and tumultuous, scary, fragile, short and amazing. I don't want it to be marred by constant walking on egg shells, ulcers, headaches, tears of frustration and sadness. There is no need for it. There shouldn't be. And quite honestly, there is no room in my life for it anymore.

I love my mother-in-law. I really do. She is kind, generous, spunky, creative, and a bit eccentric. Because of her I have my husband. Sometimes I forget that. We do, despite our differences, have  a lot in common as well. We both love making people feel special through the little things, how a gift is wrapped, a table set, a card written. We both love animals, and have a soft spot for helping those who need us. I like to think we both have huge hearts and generous spirits (I know she does). But above all, we both love Warren, Dylan and Kirsten beyond measure. Is that not what its all about at the end of the day?

So in my contemplation on forgiveness, I have decided that this is it. We both need to admit, accept, forgive, forget, and move on. For real. No more grudge baring. No more rehashing and reminding of past injustices. No more pettiness. No more jumping to conclusions. No more reading into things that are not there. No more assumptions. No more thinking the worst. No more harsh judgements. On both sides. Instead, more patience, more understanding, more mutual support. More listening, more empathy and more compassion. On both sides.

Maybe being forced to concentrate on this notion today has been a good thing.

Thanks, Jax. But no more being philosophical tomorrow - its exhausting!! I'm Just Saying....   

Sister Friend (An indulgent blog!)

I remember the days of fighting non-stop over vitally important issues like who got to wear high heels first, who's turn it was to get out the car and open the gate (seriously!), who got to ride shotgun, and who was generally the all round better sibling. Those days were so exhausting, and when I look back now - such an incredible waste of time spent fighting the inevitable.

No relationship ever truly stands a chance of surviving through perpetuity unless the foundations are solid enough to withstand the impact of a few challenging blows. And believe me - we certainly had our fair share of those! But we bounced back. It took years of sarcastic remarks, quick judgements,cross communication, general interference and a mutual lack of tolerance and understanding  of each others lives, to get to where we are today. AND I can say, with ABSOLUTE authority that if the relationship wasn't worth it, it would never have survived those tumultuous early years!!

Today, I couldn't imagine my life without my sister. Without her unconditional love, her non-judgemental support, her willing ear, her no-question-I'm-on-your-side attitude. By allowing our friendship to evolve (one hysterical business trip and one drunken night later!!), my life has changed. Irrevocably. The thing is - we GET each other. Like no one else does. And the feeling that I'm not alone in how I view life, based on our mutual history, is one of the most valuable affirmations in my life.

My sister gave me the courage to take the plunge and go back to work. To prove to myself (and the rest of the nay sayers!) that I COULD be multifaceted - a mom, wife, daughter, friend AND an EMPLOYEE! Working with her is the best thing I ever did. Aside from being a fantastic business woman (big admiration here!), she understands the conflict, the restraints, the guilt, and the responsibility of being a working mom. This is huge. Any working mom will testify to this fact.

Gushiness over - we do still have our difference of opinion, we argue, grumble, fall out, have our moments of tears (mine), but oddly enough, these further prove how far we have come. She is generally my first call with good news, bad news and to husband-bash. Simply put, my sister is my best friend. Just Saying...

Damn Emotions!

OK - maybe if I admit it first then it won't seem like I belong in a locked ward somewhere! I have been known to be a bit over sensitive and over emotional at times. In my defence, I am only these things over issues that matter to me, and are close to my heart. And quite honestly, I don't know how to NOT be these things.

Take today, for example. In a management meeting at work, discussing my department, when horror of all horrors, I feel the build up of irrational tears starting to form. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't under attack or under fire, the issue being discussed was merely one I felt extremely strongly about. SO there went my credibility and tough management exterior as the tears that threatened, made their appearance in full force. This is a problem!

How do I, a blond, short, late-30-something-year-old woman, get taken seriously in the workplace when I am not able to control my own emotions? Does it make me less of an effective manager when I lose composure? Should I try harder to toughen up and present a more guarded, amour-encased persona? I'm sure the answer to this is HELL YES!

But I have my reservations. This is who I am. And this is part of what makes me good at what I do. I am able to show empathy and compassion when required, and am able to emotionally identify and reach out to staff and clients should the situation call for it.

I suppose what I am saying is, this is me. Take me for who I am. Like it or lump it. If my emotions make me weak in the eyes of some, it shouldn't matter. I can't change who I am, I won't change who I am. I need to accept my fallibility, and perhaps start seeing it as a strength. My emotions ARE my strength.

I'm Just Saying...

We all have to start somewhere...

I have always had this desire to write. To Write and Be Creative. I live out this pseudo Martha Stewart / Jodi Picoult existance - in the closet! So this is, in essence, my coming out. I am going to shake off my inhibitions, my fear of being judged, my fear of being wrong, and just take the plunge.

My life is filled with amazing moments, moments that deserve to be commented on. And while I have no inclination to wax lyrical about the beauty of life (I am a self-confessed cynic at the best of times), I hope to be able to capture the reality of my life. The life of a late-thirty-something-year-old wife and mom, with almost nine year old twins, a new career, and a head full of musings, rantings, observations and opinions!

So whether this gets read or not, I'm Just Saying...