Showing posts with label Valentine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine. Show all posts

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Valentine's Day: Orange is the New Red

I think it's fair to say that most, if not all, parents are challenged with instilling the character trait of 'respect' into their children.  That's a two-way street. Speak to your kids with respect, receive their respect. The truth of the matter is, that doesn't always reciprocate, especially in equal proportions.

A few years ago, a friend of mine shared an entry from a blog on her Facebook timeline. It was from a website called The Orange Rhino found here.  I was intrigued by the name of the website (hey, it's cute!) so I clicked on the link to see what it was all about. I was directed to a Challenge page. 

The Challenge: don't yell at your kids for a year.

As I read through the page, I was reminded of the many times I yelled at My Children and how it only made all of us feel worse. I'd yell at them for not doing chores, or leaving their backpacks on the floor, forgetting to feed the dog, talking rudely to one another. I wasn't always a yeller. As with most mothers, I have a "look" and a "tone", which I employed on occasion.  After feeling unsuccessful over a lengthy period of time, I resorted to yelling to get their attention.

Too, as I read through the challenge, I remembered feeling belittled when I was yelled at as a youth - any time I'm yelled at, to this day!  I don't want to belittle My Children. I want to bolster them, allow them their independence while still honoring what courtesies and obligations are necessary to be a part of the family unit.  I want them to feel empowered, not squashed.  I didn't name call them, nor did I say phrases like "you're lazy", "how disappointing", etc. I did yell phrases such as, "how could you??" and "WHY would you DO THAT?!" and "why DIDN'T you do that??".  I was frustrated with other life goings-on, or lack thereof, so I was taking those frustrations out on them.

(Ugh, I feel a pang of shame in my belly just typing it right now!)

The most important aspect of yelling I learned from this blog: yelling is about ME. It's my frustration for not being heard, respected, validated, acknowledged. It's about my shortcomings: impatience, intolerance, inability.  Yelling is disrespectful.


The Valentines Day, my Valentine is The Orange Rhino
I haven't purchased the book & various marketing items. I haven't blogged about it (until today). To be perfectly honest, I have only ever visited the website twice: that day it found me a couple years ago, and again today, in order to reference it for this blog entry. I did, however, tell My Daughters, about three months or so into it. They held me accountable, which I embraced. It was difficult at times, but mostly, I felt liberated. What resulted was a more harmonious home, and even more remarkable: a more full way to love.  I have learned to be a more patient teacher, a kinder caregiver, more compassionate - to them and myself. Where I lacked in ability, I have sought ability. Thankfully, forgiveness is a big player in the relationships between me and My Girls. I feel closer to them more now than ever!  I pray that my behavior change is something they internalize and, as they become mothers, they organically love with patience, prayer and compassion.

Do I still get a "tone" and use that "look", yes! But I am here to tell you that the no-yelling WORKS, and I have had to rarely use the "look" and "tone". I still get frustratedvoice, but the volume stays at acceptable levels.  I'll always be a work in progress.

I'm so grateful to my friend who posted this website on her Facebook timeline! This website changed my life, and ultimately, the lives of my children!

So Happy Valentine's Day to The Orange Rhino! Thanks for bring me L-O-V-E!
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Are you a yeller? Try the challenge. You can do it!


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Stealing A Valentine


My friend, Naughty, inspires me. Her nickname I use for her here suggests something different that what I'm about to type.  You see, she's the fiercest lover I know.  And by lover, I mean, a person who strives to love in a multitude of ways. She's keenly aware of her shortcomings and failures and works to overcome them, not let them limit her, not let them jade her love for people (and animals).

A few years ago, on My Space, she picked *me* as her Valentine and wrote some sweet words about me. I was blown away and deeply, infinitely humbled.  Her blog post revealed to me that Valentine's Day doesn't have to be about love in the traditional sense of boyfriend-girlfriend, husband-wife.  Valentine's Day is yet another opportunity to tell someone -- anyone -- you love him/her.  Her blog post inspired me to do the same.  Bottom line:  Valentine's Day isn't just about romance. It's about L~O~V~E!

Naughty posted these words of love wisdom and I am compelled to share them here (orginal credit to Robert Ciantar):

Listen without interrupting
Speak without accusing
Give without sparing
Pray without ceasing
Answer without arguing
Share without pretending
Enjoy without complaint
Trust without wavering
Forgive without punishing
Promise without forgetting

I have a LOT of growth left, and a lot of work to do!

Also, don't forget THIS!

And thank you, Naughty, for your devotion, friendship and being a fierce fighter of LOVE.

(P.S. New music on my player! "Love" ~ a cover of the John Lennon song as sung by Matt Sucich.)

Monday, February 14, 2011

40 4 40: 30 - Does Mega-Hotness Count As A Super Power?






Ummm....YES!

Happy Valentine's Day!
















New Music:
  • I Will Always Love You ~ Dolly Parton
  • Hello, I Love You ~ The Doors
  • Better Than Ice Cream ~ Sarah McLachlan

Sunday, February 14, 2010

So It's Valentine's Day ...

....or some such silliness.

It's so divisive this "holiday".

It's a holiday made up by greeting card companies.


It's pagan in nature.


It's made to guilt me into telling my lover/spouse/significant other how much I love him/her -- as if he/she doesn't ALREADY know this every OTHER day of the year!

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I don't expect anything from My Husband for Valentine's Day.  If he chooses to get something for me, I'm not going to turn it away, but I never expect anything.  I guess that's because I don't totally subscribe to the notion that Valentine's Day is strictly for luvahs.

Back when I was in my teens and twenties, I seem to recall that the emphasis was primarily between me and whomever I might be dating.  I would get chocolates, stuffed animals, roses, the usual fare.  I was flattered but it never felt like "love".

At this age, I still like to get chocolates and flowers, but not because Cupid is poking around on February 14th. I'd like to get them for un-Valentine's Day. Also, the toys I'd like to get have an ENTIRELY different context! *wink*

More than anything, on Valentine's Day, I like to get words and affection. I like the laughter of My Girls, the time playing games. I love a good poem, holding hands, and maybe the extra effort of taking me to lunch when ordinarily it wouldn't happen.

No cards.
No candy.
No little teddy bears.

Just love me in a special Jackie way.