Being able to keep a healthy perspective is not a talent that comes naturally to me. I have a slight tendency to overreact. I relied on my mom when I was younger (ok, still do sometimes) to give me a “pep talk” when things were rough, or I was stressed, worried, or intimidated. She always did a good job of helping me calm down and focus on what was important, and put the rest out of my mind.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve tried to rely less on my mom to help me keep perspective and be rational. I fear my oldest daughter has inherited my “freak out” tendency, and frequently melts down when things don’t go her way. Not in a spoiled way, but just a “I can’t handle it” way. I’m trying to model how to be calm and levelheaded, to help her see there is a healthier and happier way to live. Its been good for both of us.
When things go wrong, I try to take a deep breath and look for an “At least…”
“At least…” reminds you that it could always be worse.
“At least…” reminds you that there is always something to be grateful for.
I’m in the middle of church when my toddler decides to have a full blown meltdown, causing me to have to take her out into the hall. And she screams all the way to the door. And everyone is watching. Its so frustrating and embarrassing when kids misbehave at church.
Can you think of an “At least…”?
“At least I didn’t trip on the way out.”
“At least she didn’t yell any bad words.”
“At least it didn’t happen during a prayer.”
“At least we made it to church today.”
How about another: I’m vomiting my guts out with a stomach flu, and have been for hours. I want to just lay on the bathroom floor and sob and moan about how miserable I feel. Puking is the worst.
“At least its not vomiting AND diarrhea.”
“At least I’ll probably sleep well when this is all over.”
“At least its me puking, and I know how to keep it in the toilet. If it was my kid that was sick, it would be all over the house.”
“At least I don’t usually feel this way, and the worst is probably over.”
Or my friend posts a picture of her brand new luxury car on Instagram. Instead of sinking into jealousy and self-pity, I remind myself that:
“At least our cars are paid off.”
“At least I almost have a down payment saved up for a new car.”
“At least I don’t have the same car that I had in college.”
One more: Its 5:45pm and I haven’t made dinner, done any dishes, laundry, or showered for the day. I feel like I haven’t accomplished a single thing all stinking day.
“At least the kids are still alive.”
“At least I can try again tomorrow.”
“At least cereal is fortified with vitamins.”
Flat tire? At least it didn’t happen while I was going 80mph. Spilled a carton of orange juice on the floor? At least…. hmm. I don’t know anything worse than a carton of orange juice on the floor… Ok, at least it wasn’t a carton of OJ and a bag of powdered sugar. Or at least it wasn’t 2 minutes before I had to go out the door to work.
It almost becomes a game. Perspective is a powerful thing. When things aren’t going the way we want, we can stop ourselves from melting down. And we can model it for our kids as well, and help them stop themselves from melting down.
Because it could always be worse, and there is always something to be grateful for.