Now, I haven’t read Huffington’s book yet, but considering
the cleverness of the dialogue between her and Rose, I will. I imagine that she
points out that what we mostly do is keep charging ahead instead of taking the
time to recharge. I’ll bet there’s a
mention of how often certain things in life are charging toward us and we
either join the throng or get out of the way, both requiring a great deal of
energy. It wouldn’t surprise me if she used words like ‘adapt’ and ‘compatible,’
reflecting electronic adapters and compatible devices, and phrases with ‘universal’
and ‘charger’ in them.
Parents learn to adapt when they see a child’s trigger move
them toward temper or sleep. One of the best things a parent can do is help a
child pay attention to and understand their own triggers. Several Christmases
ago, when my great niece was nearly two years old, she opened one box and then
pulled her blankie over her head. Everyone thought it was cute, but they coaxed
her out to open more. In retrospect they learned that even as a toddler she was
telling them that she was overstimulated and overwhelmed and needed quiet and
solitude. Helping a child understand that they are tired or full or in need of
a hug are critical lessons that will help them adjust to their reality and teach
them how to maneuver in this complicated thing called life. It will also give
them a sense of control, which, if they are wise, they will learn is only
sometimes true.
When writing my to-do list for this weekend, I sighed.
Recognizing I needed time to refresh, I rescheduled many items to next week or
some undetermined date and wrote down ‘rest.’ Can you name your own signals
that tell you it is time to recharge?
We just marked Passover and Easter, times of reflection,
remembering, celebration, and hope. I trust that the holiday helped you feel
rejuvenated for what lies ahead. I’ll close by asking – at what charged
percentage are you starting this week?
If it’s not 100% or close to it, when and how can you plug in – or unplug
– to renew your energy and your spirit?
Inside myself is a
place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never
dry up. Pearl S. Buck
Marilyn
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