Embracing Who You Are

The title of this post is misleading.  I don't suggest that you, I, or anyone else embrace themselves or anyone else....I mean, you CAN, but don't blame me for the outcome.  I'm just saying that neither I nor my blog are in the business of doling out advice - and if I ever do, I strongly advise that you disregard it.  Now there's a conundrum.

Moving on...

I'm currently reading a book by the Popcaks called Parenting With Grace.  Incidentally when I told my husband I was buying the book, he said, "Who's Grace?"  Funny guy.  Anyway in the beginning of the book it is talking about the different learning styles: kinesthetic, visual and auditory - and how these translate into communication style, and from there how knowing these things about your children can lead to more effective communication. My Isaak is definitely kinesthetic, Sebastian is more auditory and Alexandra is a bit all over the map.  Apparently younger children tend to generally be more kinesthetic and grow into more specific learning styles as they get older.

I knew about these "styles" before and how they apply to learning, but I had never really given much thought as to how they can effect so many more aspects of your life. As far as learning goes, I would categorize myself as highly kinesthetic, secondarily visual and I pretty much suck at auditory learning.  Maybe that's also why I am phobic of talking on the phone.

As I look at my daily life though, I'm starting to wonder if I might even be less visual than I had previously thought.  Supposedly visual people feel better when their surroundings look better - clean, neat, orderly, etc.  I don't know if this is true across the board, I'm no expert, just repeating bits that I've read.   When I look around at my house and my goals and the things that I care about in my home and day to day living, I see little to no evidence of me being a visual person at all.  I am all about function.  I have a freaking office in my family room.  No really...I think you'd have to see it to understand what I mean...cubicle desks and everything.  It allows me to work and have an off limits work space while still being completely with the kids to manage school and chores and such.  I LOVE the functionality of it despite how utterly non-aesthetic it is.

On most issues, as long as it meets a functional need, or doesn't impede my functioning, I seriously couldn't care less how it looks and don't even notice - UNTIL *bum bum bummmmm* (that is ominous music in case you are wondering) someone is going to see it...or alternatively and less direly, someone is going to see me.  (Oh yeah, and until the HOA starts threatening me.  Apparently leaving a wheel barrow on the front lawn for weeks is frowned upon (as well as long grass, bushes not trimmed just so, dead Christmas trees camouflaged as part of the natural foliage well into Spring, certain sticks that grow out of the ground near the tree we are allowed to have, paint peeling off of the basketball hoop post, pick up trucks, magnetic advertisements on cars, etc.)...whatever.)

These thoughts and points were all brought to the forefront of my mind with 2 recent events and one upcoming event:

1) I'm in a supper club and it was our turn to host a few weeks ago.  When I joined I thought it was a great idea (to be clear, I still do and we had a great time) and would be lovely to have new people over to our house.  I want to have welcoming hosty sort of home.

As the date approached I suddenly began to "see" things that normally aren't even my radar.  Several of the tiles around the kitchen sink have come off and it does not look nice at all underneath.  We have no curtains on our front windows (and several other windows), which, by the way, are filthy.  My lamps don't have lampshades.  Most of the foot rests on my couches don't actually work and the ones that do are all cockeyed.  The couches have claw marks from the cats and some of the seams are coming apart and stuffing coming out from the...using them.  Several spots on the wall have the paint pulled off of them from where things were taped up and subsequently removed.  There is a cabinet door missing where the pots and pans go.  And more....so so much more.  Of course I KNEW about all of these things but I certainly don't notice them until we are about to have people over.

To compound things, one of the awesome and lovely couples asked if we minded if they brought their 20 month old son, figuring that he could play with our children who would be primarily banished to the basement with movies and pizza.  And OF COURSE their son was welcome.  But that brings us to the basement...and the ugly stairs that we ripped the carpet off of that you have to take to get down there.  And the gigantic hole in the wall that is actually large enough to eat their child that you have to pass while going down the stairs.  And the same wall that at SOME point SOMEONE (or ones) thought it would be fun to throw eggs at, and despite being scrubbed still kind of looks like it had eggs thrown at it.  And all that peril just to get to the unfinished basement where we ripped up the carpet to find grooved cement floor with carpet glue gunk all over it that we intend to tile at some point.  I tried and tried a way to figure some clever way of telling this couple, "Of course your son is welcome, but the basement is off limits to adults so I will have one of the older children whisk him away on your arrival and if you want him back I will call to have one of the kids bring him back up, but you can't go down there," without sounding creepy.  I was telling a dear and extremely non-judgmental friend about my conundrum and she said, "Well, Brianne, maybe this would just be a good opportunity to really embrace you are."   I can't say that any embracing happened but I did suck it up and accept that "it is what it is" with minimal panic and hysteria at the idea.  And they were very very nice.  They assured me repeatedly that it was fine (of course they did, I told you that they were very nice people) and even after taking the stairs of horror to get him down to the basement, they appeared to be comfortable enough to leave him in the den of chaos.  In the end everything was just fine.

2) Our parish is making a picture directory.  Initially we were not going to sign up, but I thought about it and convinced my husband that it might be nice to have a professional family portrait.  The day came and I was SO NOT up for it.   Had it just been up to me I might have even called and cancelled.  My husband is amazing.  His commitment to following through with all of my "brilliant" ideas is impressive to say the least.  He got up early that day to make sure that we at least all had clean clothes.  While I was sitting there in my pajamas still trying to ponder if there was anyway to get out of it he was trying on his suit.  That was actually what did it for me.  He looked so damn good in his suit, and I was so moved by his commitment to my dumb plan I decided I'd better get with the program.

Of course, AS I'm begrudgingly getting dressed and helping dress the kids it occurred to me that some sort of outfit coordination is something that people do when they are having pictures taken.  I don't mean identical outfits or anything so extreme as that, but perhaps similar color tones.  Oh well.  Coordination would be an inaccurate representation of our family anyway.  So the kids are all ready and Josh is getting them in the car and I'm still trying to put my make up on.  Trying being the key word.  In my mind, eyeliner is a good look on me.  I have some liquid eyeliner that I hadn't used in awhile so I got it out and discovered that the tip or brush part was broken off.  I figured I could probably still use it by pressing the "stem" or the stick part across my eyelid.  I tried that and merely succeeded putting a big wet smear on my eyelid as well as the side of my face.  It's waterproof, but I moved quickly enough to clean it off of my cheek.  To try to "correct" the problem on my eyelid I tried to use the broken tip like a pen to spread it out...and stabbed myself in the eye.  Gently.  I'm pretty sure that the pain was primarily from the large amount of eyeliner that I put in it rather than the actual stabbing.  And when I recovered enough to look, yes, part of the white of my eyeball was actually stained black.

It was at this moment that I started asking myself, "What were you thinking signing up for something like this??  You know you can't do these things!" and at the same time my husband called up the stairs, "How much longer do you think you have?" and I remembered my friend's advice to "embrace who you are."  So I did my best to cover up some of the horror with foundation (not IN the eye, of course), laughed at myself and decided to just hope that somehow  my glasses would hide my terrifying eye make up at least to some extent.  I *think* the pictures turned out okay.

Helpful tip: If you are going somewhere where you might be faced with a sales pitch or aggressive marketing, bring a screaming baby.  They will move you right along.

3) My daughter is receiving her First Communion in a couple of weeks.  I like to make a big deal out of First Communion.  Bigger than birthdays.  So, I invited everyone I know and certainly all of my local Catholic facebook friends to come to my house for a big party.  I did include a disclaimer on the invite about things like my house being a mess and the backyard being off limits due to the year long deck demolition-in-progress and the exposed nails and what-not to try to stave off the inevitable freak out that I will experience when it gets a little closer.  Maybe I'll get a better handle on this embracing who I am concept before then, but I've got margaritas as a back up plan for when I am almost certainly kicking myself for coming up with such a ridiculous idea as hosting a party.

Which communication/learning/living type are you?