Again so soon? Yep, I've been thinking about this particular point quite a bit lately. It relates to a couple of things I've already discussed, namely that life is largely what you make of it and we can do hard things. Adding to these two, today I'm saying that everyone needs a pair of big girl/big boy pants.
My mother has a couple of sayings that she quotes to us on a really regular basis and one of them is, "It is what it is..." I get that. Sometimes we make choices that have less-than-desirable consequences and we're stuck with those consequences. Sometimes we end up in situations we have no control over. I have never felt so overwhelmed and out of control as when I was trying to deal with a premature infant and 4 other energetic boys. I remember talking to my mom on the phone and telling her of my many woes and hearing her say, "Well, it is what it is, and you're going to have to deal with it...."
In all honesty, that's not what I wanted to hear. Something about my basic personality that doesn't change...I can be something of a whiner. My mother says that I lived my childhood like a Greek tragedy. I don't think I was quite that bad, but there you go. It's part of my make-up. Over the years, though, I have tried to keep most of my venting/whining confined to my long-suffering husband. I always know he's had enough when he says, "Will complaining about it change anything?" And the answer is always no, it won't. At that point I have to find my big girl pants, put them on one leg at a time and deal with whatever it is that I'm finding so frustrating.
I'm also not a big fan of change, and yet I am in a phase of life that is almost nothing but change. My children have left home one by one and headed out into the big world to find their way. I see changes in my mother as well. There's part of me that really hates all of it. It's like the Joni Mitchell song, "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone..." Man, is that ever true, but I'm trying to put on my big girl pants and look at it from the other direction.
I think it would be much worse if all my kids were sitting around my basement playing video games and eating frozen burritos. This was something Marc would say to me occasionally. "Yeah Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to live with you...in the basement and draw comic books and eat frozen burritos." When I look at it that way, I'm really, really glad he and my other children have made other choices with better consequences.
So the thing I am trying to tell my kids is something they have mostly learned through their own experience already. They will find themselves in difficult situations that may or may not be of their own making. They can either cry about it (and this was a taunt that I heard regularly thrown from one adolescent child to another at my house, always said in the most drippingly sarcastic voice...."CRY about it!") or find those big boy/big girl pants, put them on, and deal with it, because honestly, what is the alternative?? I suppose you can curl up in a fetal position and live in denial, or you can insist that your spouse take time away from something they are trying to do that will ultimately benefit your family, so they can deal with whatever Greek tragedy I apparently can come up with, OR you can find the pair of big person pants that fit you just right, and wear them until they fall apart. For me, it's a work in progress. Maybe you'll learn better and faster than I have.
Thanks for another lovely and insightful post. I really enjoy your "things I know" series.
Donna
Posted by: dmc | March 05, 2015 at 05:25 AM
Im just glad that you included a picture of my hot big boy pants.
Posted by: SD Boy | March 05, 2015 at 06:10 AM
lol, SD Boy! You are funny!
and I also love this post Mama. Eric must have learned the "will whining about it fix anything?" from his dad bc I've needed it said to me on more than one occasion. :) It isn't easy to be positive when things are tough. And though I DO appreciate a good cry when it is merited, what follows is always the imperative to put those big girl pants on and slog through the difficulty. :)
Posted by: your favorite son's wife | March 05, 2015 at 09:50 AM
They are pretty hot pants ;) And Marc is also good at helping me realize "whining isn't going to help anything" and likes to tell me "You're an Allan now. You can do anything." So it looks like he listened to you growing up :)
Posted by: SD Boy's wife | March 06, 2015 at 05:46 AM
It's true, there are a pair of pants for every occasion. Sometimes the medium-boy-pants just don't cut the mustard. Me, I was born with my big boy pants on. In fact, I can't get them off anymore. They seem to be welded on...
Posted by: AP man | March 06, 2015 at 07:36 AM
I really needed to hear this. Thanks.
Although my alternative is to take those big girl pants and go live on some beach in Mexico. Beats what it is now.
Posted by: Andrea | March 06, 2015 at 11:29 AM
I have had to put lots of those big girl pants on! Not always easy.
Posted by: Pam | March 06, 2015 at 09:52 PM
I hear you. Sometimes you just have to deal with what you've been dealt- however painful.
Posted by: Lil Sis | March 16, 2015 at 06:45 PM