Where Is The Pause Button?
More arguments and misunderstandings come because we “react” instead of “act”. People do not always speak the same or use the same definitions for words. Learning to hit the life pause button before reacting can often save hurt feelings and arguments.
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I am going to use examples of myself because that way no one can say I was talking about them. Son and I laugh at this because it was funny but more importantly, it shows that we do not all use the same definitions for words nor do we all read things in the same manner or talk in the same manner as everyone else. Makes life interesting but if we take the time to really listen and to ask questions before reacting, less miscommunication.
I was sitting one day at the kitchen table playing on the computer and son was cooking. I asked him how to defrag the computer and he was leading me through hollering directions over to the table while he cooked. As I clicked on things and each box opened, I finally came to one that puzzled me. I walked over to son and tapped him on the shoulder and asked him was something wrong with the sound on the computer. He looked at me so puzzled and asked me why? I said well, it says to defrag the volume and I did not understand because I thought the sound was just fine. Son looked really puzzled for a minute and then started laughing and said “Mom, that is volume as in “quantity of” files, not volume as in sound”. After we both laughed, we got to talking about how people use different definitions for different words, just as I did and the lack of communication that can occur when this happens. This fortunately was a funny example but below is one not so funny.
We were still living on the other side of the mountain and our electric bill was unusually high and had been since we lived there and I told son that we needed to have the electric company check it because something was wrong. I said it should not be this high when we are so conservative. He looked at me and said “Well, I can tell you it is not the electric company at fault”. Now, I felt myself hurt and angry because I thought he was arguing with me and both of us went back and forth a minute verbally and then I took a deep breath and said “wait …wait. Let me tell you what my brain heart and you tell me what you meant. And I proceeded to tell my son that my brain heard him say that I was the one at fault and that I was being stupid trying to blame the electric company.
If you could have seen the shocked look on my son’s face it would have said it all. He said “oh my gosh Mom, no, oh no, I was not saying that. I was saying that I thought it was something in our house and not on the electric company side. Had I not stopped and said “wait” and told him what I was feeling from his words, we could have escalated into a horrible argument.
We do not all hear exactly what is said. We hear according to what our brains interpret the words as and that is not always accurate. The one thing I do know is that when my son says something to me, even if I disagree…he says it because he cares. He may not always say it in the tone or in the words I would like, but I know it is out of love. That is what makes me hit the pause button and say “wait, wait, let me ask you or tell you what I am hearing”.
He and I have learned to say “wait” and ask the other what they meant or tell the other what our head heard so that we could tell each other what we really meant with our words. Usually what happens is people react and when we react, we say and do things we should not do and things that we can never take back…especially words. Words are the worst weapon of all.
Son and I have a wonderful relationship and we have learned…together…how to talk to each other. But, it takes a willingness to share and to say “please wait a minute, let me tell you what I heard….or “what did you mean by that?” Another example is a friend I call Big Brother. He and I are great at communicating too because we have learned to ask…before reacting. I remember using a word one time describing someone he and I both knew and he stopped me and said “can you tell me how you use that word…what definition you use” and I did. The word was “dramatic”. I said the person was “dramatic” and to him that meant “drama queen” and to me, it meant she had used a lot of dramatic hand expressions and facial expressions…very expressive. And then he told me he was glad he asked me because to him it had a more negative meaning. My simple statement could have caused an argument but because he took the time to ask me, it did not.
Life is hard enough. Before reacting, if we take the time to hit the “Pause Button” and ask what the person meant or tell them what our head is hearing, we may save ourselves a lot of grief in the long run. Life is too short for hostilities, anger, hatred and definitely for arguing over something that did not even happen but was just a difference in language meaning and word definitions. If it is someone we love, then we should know that they love us and not assume the worst. If it is a stranger, then why do we get so mad over what someone may or may not have said that we do not even know? Too bad there really is not a big red button like the “EASY” button on one of those commercials but one that says PAUSE.
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October 12, 2012 - Posted by danLrene ©2011 | Uncategorized | blog, communicating, Inspirational, Life, listening, personal, thoughts, writing
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Those that know me know that this red sparkly headband is symbolic. When they see the headband on me, they know I am fighting hard physically. It is my symbolic Samson’s hair. It is getting my mojo on and geared up for robo mom to once more fight a battle. And the headband is on now and will be on for a long time. I live with my son who is my caretaker and I am so blessed.
Me with mojo on.
And when things are toughest, I will resort to my dreams to keep me going.
I am 63 and will soon be 64. Life has been a journey of health issues since I was 32 and got sprayed by a crop duster. I have warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.
I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.
Meet Daisy..that we call Miss Daisy. Thanks to Jill, a very special friend who is also has a Rescue for pets called Three Sisters and a Brother in NC, Daisy was transported to us and what a delight she is. About ten pounds and full of energy and love and kisses.
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Son and Daisy
My world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many.
I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes.
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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it.
My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.
Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me
As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep
I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold
My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear
Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother
Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree
We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride
We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand
So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly
Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.
© danLrene 2012
We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Laverne saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.
I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. My real name is Deb.
This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.
I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.
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I sure need to learn the lesson you presented here …along with a couple of other family members. so I believe if you don’t mind that i would like to print this off so that I my have a reference point as I explain this unheard of concept. I believe they might be shocked to even think I would be the one to propose a pause button, but I am a new me and this will help get it across to them. thank you my dear let me know if I might share! God Bless
of course you can share LOL