You Don’t Choose Your Family

It’s so obvious, yet I’ve never really given it much thought until now: You choose your spouse and you choose your friends… but you don’t choose your family.

That means you have to learn to appreciate all the quirks of your family members… as they have to learn to deal with yours!

One of the trends you may remember from this past  Christmas was where families were posting their customized and personalized matching “Most Likely” t-shirts.

Thanks to my sister-in-law Jen, our family was able to participate in this fun trend. She was certainly accurate in choosing the most appropriate shirt for each member of our family.

That is interesting and fascinating to me:

People outside of your own immediate family can often pinpoint a particular fun character trait for each person… perhaps better than if you chose one for yourself.

My wife is the event planner of our family: “Mostly likely to organize the presents”. Our son is the curious, activity-based one: “Mostly likely to go fishing with Santa.” Our daughter is basically a personified kitten: “Most likely to be the cutest.”  And me… I don’t want to be told what to do, especially if it’s what everyone else is doing: “Most likely to hate this shirt.”

While my wife and I certainly did choose to spend our lives together, we didn’t fill out paperwork to choose our kids’ personalities… nor did they choose what their parents’ personalities would be like.

Especially due to the fact I am certified in Enneagram personality assessment, I see the potentially conflicting dynamics even more clearly than most people might.

I also can’t help but notice the obvious patterns in which people tend to choose their spouse and friends based on the person either A) being one of the Enneagram numbers next to their own or B) in their path of growth or stress.

For example, my wife is Enneagram 2 and I am Enneagram 8. When she is in stress mode, her personality morphs into an 8, which is my main number.

Similarly, when I am at my best, my personality morphs into hers: As an Enenagram 8, I act more like a 2.

In other words, we naturally understandly each other at our best and worst.

I also know several married couples who fit this dynamic where one spouse is Enneagram 6 and they are married to an Ennagram 9. Same concept: They become each other at either their best or worst.

When people don’t marry their “growth/stress” number in Enneagram, they tend to marry the number next to them. For example, it is pretty common for an Ennneagram 1 to be married to either an Enneagram 9 or an Enneagram 2: both of which are the numbers next to them.

These patterns exist in friendships as well: We naturally gravitate towards people who “get us”, though they are not just like us.

With all that being said, your kids may not conveniently happen to be your “Enneagram neighbor” or in your growth/stress path. That means it requires extra effort to understand them.

Or as I said earlier, you have to learn to appreciate all the quirks of your family members… as they have to learn to deal with yours.

I would theorize that this is why it is pretty common for employers, churches, and community groups to proclaim, “We’re all like a big family here!”

Translation: We didn’t necessarily choose each other individually, but we have figured out how to work with each other’s strengths and how to work around each other’s weaknesses.

It was only a year ago that I was finally able to be honest with myself, after hearing constantly unanimous feedback from family, friends, and coworkers who truly know me in real life… that my Enneagram number is 8… also known as “the challenger”.

If you Google, “Which Enneagram is the hardest to live with?”, my number immediately is the one that comes up. I finally owned up to it and made it official at my wife’s work party where they featured a customizable hat bar. I borrowed the words of Taylor Swift for my hat:

“It’s me. Hi! I’m the problem. It’s me!”

So the next time you become accutely aware of another person’s quirks, just ask yourself, “Uh oh… what quirks of mine do other people have to deal with?”

I am the exception. I am perfectly normal in every way… obviously!

 

 

Dear Jack: Walking Away from the Explosion

15 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

After we all had opened our presents at Nonna and Papa’s house on Christmas morning, Papa was letting volunteers test out his new hot rod he’s been working on.

Mommy and I came outside to check it out. Nonna saw us standing there and decided to take a picture of us. As she did, Uncle Andrew pulled up in the driveway with you in the passenger seat.

Nonna’s back was turned to you guys pulling in, but the look on our faces told her something wasn’t quite right…

She decided to take another picture of us right then; capturing that moment of, “Umm… what’s going on here?!”…

Fortunately it was just steam, and not smoke, spewing from the front of the car.

Either way, like an action hero walking away from an explosion, that was you escaping from Papa’s hot rod.

So yeah, maybe Papa’s still got a few more bugs to work through on his hot rod.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Your Lego Advent Calendar

9 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

Every morning this month after you have woken up, you have immediately checked your Lego Advent Calendar; to see what new Lego item you get to unlock for the day.

Saturday morning, I just happened to wake up earlier than usual and so did you. Therefore, I was able to witness you being able to carry out your December morning routine.

You were so happy to find a Lego dog with a wheelchair.

I am appreciating how the days leading up to Christmas are just as exciting as the actual holiday.

And I’m still just so happy we ourselves don’t have to travel anymore for Christmas!

 

Love,

Daddy

The Hustle and Bustle of Christmas

I was convinced I just didn’t like holidays anymore. In my mind, I equated them with all stress and no fun.

But that finally changed a year and a half ago when our family moved away from Nashville and began our conversion to living a quieter life in Fort Payne, Alabama.

Last weekend, for the first time ever, I chose to participate in decorating our family’s Christmas tree. Every year until now, I had always found something else to be doing instead. My subsconscious perceived holiday-related activities as some kind of personal attack on my sense of well-being and inner peace.

So, what has changed to make my heart grow three sizes? I figured it out. It’s because I’m not having to travel anymore for the holidays. No more having to drive three hours out of state after having worked all week, only to have to try to get kids bathed and then not be able to sleep in my own bed, using my own pillow.

It’s not really that groundbreaking of a concept, I guess: That traveling out of state makes any holiday more stressful. After all, so many classic American movies have plots based around this concept. Consider Planes, Trains, and Automobiles or Home Alone as obvious examples.

We’re all in it right now. The cliche: “The hustle and bustle of Christmas”.

Yet I feel fine. Because I am not traveling. I am sleeping in my own bed, using my own pillow.

Not only am I not feeling any kind of holiday-related stress right now, but I am specifically enjoying the holidays.

In my effort to understand why, I considered this: Why is it that my wife is drawn to Hallmark movies?

Part of it is that the plot almost always revolves around a small town and its signature traditional event associated with Christmas: A pageant, a ball, a market or festival… and it causes the two main characters to fall in love.

And where we live now, whatever the season, there is always a signature traditional event either where we live or in a nearby town. During the sunny months, our town hosts “3rd Saturday Cruise-In” where the main street shuts down for the evening, as classic car owners like my dad line up their vehicles for everyone to come check out.

In February, it’s the DeKalb County Children’s Advocacy Play. On the 4th of July, it’s the fireworks show in the field behind the high school.

Last weekend, it was Christmas with the Alpacas at TMMA Farms in Trion, Georgia.

This past Friday, it was the Fort Payne Chamber of Commerce Christmas Parade. I find it hilarious that my California-native wife not only happily went along with the seemingly “very Alabama” idea of standing on the back of a Jeep and throwing candy and old Beanie Babies in the parade, she thought, “Why not also toss out some Ramen and oatmeal too?”…

So we did. It was equal parts ridiculous and heartwarming, as our entire family was heavily  involved with our small town’s signature traditional event.

It’s official: Now that the traveling aspect has been removed, I like the holidays. That was the problem for me all along.

I am no longer the Grinch.

 

Dear Jack: How You Spent Your Christmas Gift Card

14 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

After your sister spent Cousin Matt’s Christmas gift card on a Lego set, you were inspired to spend yours as well.

You came back home with a random medley of items that a 14 year-old, in theory, would not be likely to spend free money on.

You used your gift card to buy a small shovel to attach onto the front of one of your remote control cars, so that you could run it into some ceramic garden mushroom decorations.

Also from the garden section, you bought a solar-powered pig to use as target practice with your BB gun.

And that’s how my 14 year-old son spent the last of his Christmas money.

Seems like something you would do.

Love,

Daddy