Dear Holly: It’s Fun to “Do Nothing” at the House!

6 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

I love relaxing weekends where we don’t have to go anywhere; when we can just hang out as a family at the house and do whatever we feel like doing.

No errands. No shopping. No house cleaning.

Last weekend was a weekend like that.

I was so happy to see you and Mommy take some time to paint at the kitchen table, as I read through my current Enneagram book.

As as family, we are collectively artistic. And it can be easy to forget that when “real life” gets in the way of… real life.

Love,

Daddy

“You Won’t Remember My Name” – Song 7 – Enneagram 6 Songwriter – Analyzing Lyrics – Themes of Belonging and Security

My 7th song is the final original one that my wife sang with me… we were on a roll that month! Recorded on November 19th, 2019, I wrote this song as my own updated version of Johnny Cash’s “Man in Black”.

The goal was to present a list of people that American society is permitted to ignore- or at least treat as 2nd rate citizens.

From the Enneagram 6 perspective, I wanted to challenge myself with an “outside looking in” perspective of all the people who don’t belong.

Here are the lyrics:

Let’s start a war overseas with perceived enemies – We’re the world’s police fighting to be free from the rebels whom we gave the keys – Ignore civilian casualties, they don’t believe in Christianity – While Jesus weeps, the army Jeeps proceed to spread our disease – You won’t remember my name, hey – I’m a forgettable face, hey – All I’ll ever be is the least of these – You won’t remember my name – Life in prison without parole – Climbing that wall from Mexico – A woman’s choice when birth control is an afterthought – I’ve got no soul – So hide behind a political side as lobbyists buy your version of right – Just deny that some live life in the dark as you live in the light

So looking back on this song I wrote nearly 4 years ago, can you see the Enneagram 6? Can you see my longing for security and confirmation of my own existence?

Feel free to leave a comment. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

And now you can listen to the song, below, if you wish:

 

Dear Holly: You are an Enneagram 2W3 (Helper/Achiever)

6 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

We’re now a few months into me determining that you are officially an Enneagram 2- “The Helper” personality.

This past week, one particular event stood out to back this up.

Thanks to many family members across the USA, you did very well in selling magazine subscriptions as a fundraiser for your school. (That shows your dominant “3 wing- The Achiever”.)

So you got a keychain as a prize for each one sold.

But on the bus ride home from school that day, some older kids saw how many you had and asked if they could all have one.

Reluctantly, you said yes; confused, thinking they were asking to see the prizes, not keep them. But you indeed at given away three of your prizes to kids you didn’t even know.

You kept from crying, long enough to make it off the bus.

Mommy took care of you, though. She explained to your teacher what happened, so you got reimbursed the next day with new prizes.

You are a helper, and an achiever; as this story clearly demonstrates.

And as your Daddy, part of my job is to make sure you don’t help others to the point that you neglect yourself in the process.

Mommy and I are both Enneagram 6s, so we are most motivated to provide security for those we love.

You are so kind and giving- and so easy to love!

That happens to be a trait about people who are Enneagram 2- they never make you wonder if they love you.

Love,

Daddy

1st Annual Great Smoky Mountains Father-Son Jeep Trip 2022

This Labor Day Weekend, my dad and I decided to take my Jeep across the Foothills Parkway in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

If I was an Enneagram 3, I would have been stressed out by trying to cram in the nearly dozen items I planned for our itinerary. Instead, I am an Enneagram 6; meaning I overplanned and overprepared, but I am happy to just accomplish some of the tasks on the list.

So we ended up doing 3 of the 11 items: We found and drove across the entire Foothills Parkway. We stopped for dinner at a true German restaurant. And we stayed overnight in an RV.

It’s important to my wife that we stay in a nice place anytime we travel. But personally, I’d be happy staying at a Motel 6.

Even though she wasn’t even going on the trip, she talked me into staying an an Airbnb RV; since it was the same price as the cheapest motel she could find.

It’s funny because I had just recently looked back on the lyrics to a song I wrote 4 years ago, called “Fort Payne, Alabama“, which sort of predicted this:

“If you called me Mother Nature’s son, I’d take it as a compliment – I’d trade a Lexus for an RV, a mansion for a tent.”

I’ve accepted that in life, things seldom work out the way you plan them. So you plan ahead- and then you just wing it, when it doesn’t go as planned.

Clearly, that is evidenced by the fact we didn’t get around to visiting the majority of the stops on our trip; including Top of the World, Tennessee.

But fundamentally, the only thing that mattered is that we had a fun adventure together. And that’s exactly what we did.

I suppose for next year, we shall try again to find and visit the mysterious town of Top of the World, Tennessee.

It had served as the reference point for us finding the very elusive start of the Foothills Parkway.

Plenty more left to explore based on this year’s agenda!

Dear Jack: Your 1st Week of Junior High (6th Grade)

11 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

With this being your first full week of 6th grade, it became apparent to me after your first day:

Your version of 6th grade is truly Junior High… as compared to my version of 6th grade 30 years ago for the 1992-1993 school year.

The way you constantly change teachers for every single class actually reminds me of high school. When I was in 6th grade, I only remember switching teachers for 3 subjects.

But for you, you already have elective classes that change throughout the year.

And you love it! You are so happy to be in Junior High!

 

Love,

Daddy