About a year or two ago, I read a book called, The Happiness Project. I am sure you’ve seen or heard the hype surrounding this larger-than-life experiment in gratitude. At first, gratitude came easily to author Gretchen Rubin, a sarcastic and often silly women looking for the more in life we all seek. Then, as gratitude’s time-tested experiments and real-world crap collided, things became more desperate and difficult for Gretchen. And, as in all books with a happy ending, she discovers sticking with gratitude in a multitude of ways really does bolster your happiness quotient.
For me, this book was just meh. Gretchen seemed trite, often times rude in her quest for trying out different sides of gratitude. But, in general I believed in her message – taking time to find the good and being grateful for it will lead to an overhaul in your general view on life. Since reading that book and really since Oprah coined her phrase ‘gratitude journal’ years ago, I’ve often tried to incorporate more thankfulness into my life.
When times were bad and paychecks lean, gratitude for loves in my life got me through. When I suffered loss or pain, focusing on my multitude of gifts (like coffee) and amazing children cheered me up. And then, as all good things were going great – gratitude somehow, someway transitioned into another beast altogether- guilt.
I am not certain when this happened or why. But, suddenly we finally had a savings account for the first time in our lives, our family was growing up and sleeping through the night (!), my business was booming and it finally seemed like everything was in synch. I was overwhelmed with so much gratitude that I looked around at others less fortunate and felt tremendous and utter shame.
Why should I deserve so much happiness? What have I done to deserve a great home, healthy kids and a giving husband? Was I any better than others dealing with loss, divorce or sick children? Of course, the answer – a resounding no – I was no more deserving and no better than anyone else. I was just luckier in the draw in that particular part of my life.
I think back to a time when I was young. I went to an elementary school in an insular and strict private school environment that taught the mantra ‘You will get what you deserve’. I grew up believing that breaking any rule would bring an onslaught of hellish fire and I may be struck by lightening at any moment. Skip a class? You will get expelled. Eat on a minor fast day? Your stomach will surely hurl itself into oblivion. This led to an onslaught of fear and loathing both for my little world at school and contributed to my heightened anxiety as I was growing up. I never wanted to do anything “wrong” (by whichever standards I was following) or make a mistake for fear of what may lay in wait.
In my mind it was simple –I f you were good, good things happen to you – if you are not good, well watch out…
But, as I became an adult and saw the world around me make plenty of good or bad choices the ultimate question came to the forefront – Why do bad things happen to the good people? It made no sense.
Then, I read another book, this one much more meaningful to me than the Happiness Project – The Garden of Emunah (Belief) by Rabbi Shalom Arush.
This book, while also at times trite and flowery, became an unbelievable reminder that if you sort of ‘go with the flow’ of life you can’t feel slighted, angry, sad or depressed. It’s just life. Not better than someone else’s, not worse. It’s yours and yours alone. It has really helped my perspective in realizing that its a waste of time to feel guilty for the gifts of my life. I shouldn’t walk around apologizing that I have health or happiness. I also shouldn’t feel angry when it doesn’t go ‘my way’ because truly it is going my way, I just don’t realize it at the time. It’s just the Plan.
I make the choices that contribute to the path my life of course, but ultimately health, happiness and love are all very changeable and in an instant. I am trying hard to focus less on being thankful and more on thanking those around me and of course, the Guy Upstairs. I am working hard on recognizing the Plan versus feeling that I somehow did something intrinsically amazing or horrific to get there. It’s my Plan and I’m sticking to it.
Happy New Year, all. May We All Be Inscribed in The Book of ‘Good Plans’ Until 120.
How many times in your life have you heard, ‘Well, we are who we are’? This phrase is meant to excuse behaviors, rudeness, inabilities to try to change. It has become a go-to for so many of my friends or family members and often times, myself.
We are weeks away from a special time in Judaism – The Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah. I do not typically write about my religious perspective, my inner inklings on my personal relationship with G-d or my doubts and fears about life in general. In fact, the past few years were spent very angry, frustrated and tired of trying to form that relationship that did not come so naturally to me.
I ‘did my time’ in synagogue or at home praying. Words in a book coming from lips naturally as they have so many times before. Easily losing my train of thought, wandering to meals I had to serve to company or children I had to care for soon. I just was in a sort of rote haze that couldn’t be lifted. I felt as though my spiritual life had been reduced to a series of menus, coordinated shopping trips for perfect shoes and outfits with little time or inclination for feelings. Lists that needed to be prepped and adhered to – checked off one-by-one became my norm for the holidays. But, this year things feel differently.
I just moved to a new home only a few blocks away from my old one – and I sort of feel a rebirth. “Change your place, change your luck”. This saying, rich in Jewish roots, holds the ideology for my current place down to a ‘T’.
Sometimes life is stale. Sometimes we are stuck in a rut – even spiritually. I had been asleep at the wheel, letting my children, my community and my family guide me. Packing up my life, taking stock of what needed to be kept and what needed to be tossed, was an entirely cathartic and spiritual experience for me. Realizing the tremendous gift of the ability to move into a more spacious home for my family. Allowing myself to see the multitude of ‘stuff’ we collected over the years that needed to be purged from our lives – keeping only what was important. Able to take in years of memories, pictures, albums full of love and joy, sadness and loss – truly, it has been an experience.
Then, learning to fall in love with my new surroundings as I fumble in the night to remember where light switches are located. Finding a new rhythm in my spaces. Experiencing new emotional connections with my family in this shared weird experience of moving to a new home. I find that this year, finally, I am tuning back in to my spirituality.
A few weeks ago we had our Mezuzahs checked. They were down from our old doorways and over ten years old, so we figured it was a good time to start fresh and new. Surely, I was convinced that some would need to be replaced. Oddly enough, every one but the front door Mezuzah that already existed on the new home, was found to be Kosher and in-tact. Once we replaced that one and hung up our old Mezuzahs with the blessing – I felt that finally the time had come to reconnect.
I have felt nothing short of gratitude since the day we moved. For the new neighbors who have welcomed us to the block, old friends who have helped us transition only the short move away, for the ability to do what was necessary for our family’s growth after 2 years looking. So, now full of gratitude (the true antithesis of anger) I am ready to accept some spiritual responsibility for myself. It is time to let go of any old-resentments or guilt and time to move towards a renewed relationship on my own terms for the coming year. I used to make a list of my goals for the year, feel immediate guilt at not attaining them and then frustration that my quick spiritual high became a rapid, disappointing low. So, no goals, no expectations, no disappointments. Just openness, acceptance and lots of efforts to take in whatever is supposed to come next.
Wishing all of my friends, family and new readers (thank you!) a Happy, Healthy and Healing New Year.
Our world right now is one that is filled with chaos. Hatred, Fear, Impassioned Free Speech all at the forefront in a world I never thought I would experience. I am a ‘Jewish American Princess’, spoiled having experienced no anti-Semitism whatsoever in my life but, for the one time in NY’s Time Square when a ‘Jew for Jesus’ yelled at me for being a “rebel without a cause”. If you knew me, you’d laugh too. Rebel, I am not.
But, here we are in 2014, knee deep in fear and loathing. My world, once a safe little haven of suburbia now consists of armed guards at our Synagogue on Sabbath. My world, once a Facebook feed of parenting jokes and pictures is now filled with a myriad of impassioned, angry friends. We are all praying for the same thing, sharing in the same goal and wondering why the world-at-large doesn’t seem to get it.
Israel, our homeland, one in which I have only been privileged to spend a mere ten days of my life, is under attack. Not just physically, which is horrid enough, but the tiny, scratched, twisted lenses that celebrities, media, and even our own President sees this situation is nothing short of shocking.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel safe in my bubble.
I went to LA on a family vacation. My husband wearing his Kippah, and I went to a Fed-ex type store in the Jewish are of Pico Blvd. We both walked in together and were asking to fax a paper. We were met by a Middle Eastern man with a heavy accent. He stared at my husband, while talking to me. I simply asked him to fax a paper we needed immediately faxed for a business transaction. This was the only place locally to do it that we could find.
He took the paper from me and didn’t seem to take his eyes off my husband. I asked my husband to go to the kosher store next door, knowing this would take some time and I could finish up. When he left, the man immediately went to the back of the store. I was a little nervous as I waited at the counter. I thought about leaving but, knew that he had my one and only copy of this paper to fax. I waited a few minutes and a different man – an American, came out and did my fax. The other man did not return.
I have no idea if this was because he didn’t want to help us, or my paranoia kicking in. But, I have never once felt like that before around anyone. I live in city filled with a huge melting pot of backgrounds and not once do I feel fear. But, here we are in a time where terrorists are killing ours (and their) children (18 year old soldiers are children) fighting for their right to peace, where anti-Semites are putting leaflets on cars in my area, where swastikas are being grafittied on Shuls in Miami. Where a trip to Europe, that once sounded romantic and luxurious, now seems like a bad idea. Well, it’s just unbelievable and scary.
So, this week, I stepped back. I got angry. It is an unfair response to feel fear. We said Never Again and we meant it. We are strong Jewish people, but without belief and trust (in Hebrew the word is Emunah) in G-d we are nothing. So, I choose to believe. Believe that there is method to this madness. Believe that this war will be over quickly and more quietly. That my son will be able to travel to Israel and live there for his year, in peace. That our family and soldiers in Israel will be safe from harm, in the interim. That G-d will watch over all of us and we can restore the bubble of safety, once again.
If we give in to that fear and lay in wait for something bad to happen, then we are giving the terrorists and anti-Semites what the want. Instead keep rallying, keep speaking out, keeping righting the wrong information. That’s my 2 cents…
I’m SO bored! No Mom ever wants to hear those words. Especially not in the summer.
Chicago after 14 years seemed like a big ole been there, done that. That’s when I started scouring online to find activities that appease the crowd. Faced with a full day and literally no clue where to begin, I remind you we live in a pretty great city.
A list so massive and so comprehensive you only need to bookmark it once and go through it!
Well, your wish is my command.
I happen to have amazing Mom Friends who actually do awesome activities with their kids. Whether you have a week to kill or all summer long to fill, we’ve got you covered.
Here is your go-to collection of summer fun in and around Chicago, tried and true by moms trying to keep em busy. We have gathered all these places together, links included, with an asterisk for the older set as those are often harder to please. A special thank you to Orah and Neeli for their amazing lists, advice and ideas. You guys are Super Moms with a Capital “S”.
Please follow our adventures this summer break on #CampKutliroff on Facebook or feel free to visit our crafty page on Pinterest for inspired ideas for tweens and teens. Please also email me or message below to add to our list! Hoping to add reviews from our own parent-testers. So if you have anything to say about these off-the-beaten-path trips please message me and your review can be featured on the official Stretching My Limits Facebook Page!
May we all soak in the sun before school is on the horizon again!
*Air & Water Show
*Apollo Theatre/Emerald City Theatre
*Architecture River Cruise
Art Institute – Stop in the gift shop first. Grab a postcard and find your art!
Aurora Regional Fire Museum
*Beaches in and around Chicago
*Big Surf Wave Pool
Boat Tours – Wacky Pirate Cruise
*Bookstall at Chestnut Court – They often have children’s authors or events
*Botanic Gardens – Bring a picnic! Make it a scavenger hunt!
*Bowling at Pinstripes
Burpee Museum of Natural History
Busse Woods Forest Preserve
*Canon Tour in Cook County
Charles Dawes House Tour
Charnley Persky House Museum
*Chicago Bandits Game
Chicago Children Museum @ Navy Pier
Chicago Federal Reserve Money Museum & Tour
Chicago Fire Soccer
Chicago History Musem
*Chicago River Canoe & Kayak Rental
*Chicago’s Sightseeing Tour Hop on/ Hop off
Chicago Kohl Children’s Museum of Glenview
*Civil War Museum
Clarke/Glessner House Museum
Color Me Mine
*County Line Orchard – Apple Picking
*Dave and Busters
*Dave’s Rock Shop
Dinosaur Discovery Museum
Discovery Center Museum
*Drive in Movie in Kenosha at Keno Drive-In
Dupage Children’s Museum
*Eli’s Cheesecake Factory Tour
Elk grove park district pavilion community center
Elmhurst Historical Museum – Currently have a baseball exhibit
Emerald City Theatre
Emily Oaks Nature Center
Fair Oaks Farm in Fair Oaks, Indiana
*Fairs & Festivals in Chicago
Fishing and Fun at Northerly Island
*Frontier Day’s festival in Arlington Heights JULY ONLY!
Garfield Park Conservatory
*Gilson Beach, Wilmette
*Glazed Expressions Pottery
*Hidden Creek Aqua Park
*Hoosier Bat Company Tour ages 8 and up.
*Illinois Holocaust Museum
Illinois Railway museum in Union, IL
Jane Addams Hull House Museum
Janesville, WI Newspaper Tour
JCC Garoon Science Garden
*Jelly Belly Center Warehouse Tour
John Deere Tour
John Hancock Observatory
Kenosha Public Museum
Kids Bowl Free
Konow’s Corn Maze
Lake County Discovery Museum
Lincoln park conservatory and trains
Lincoln Park Zoo
Lincoln Square lanes
Little Bear Garden, Glenview
*Long Grove Confectionary Tour
*Marriot Lincolnshire Theater
Michaels Store Craft Events & Weekly Camps
Milwaukee Public Museum
*Mini Golf indoors, Glow in the dark at Hawthorne Mall, Vernon Hills
*Movies in the Park, Skokie
*Movies in the Park, Chicago
Mr. Singer’s Performances
*Museum of Science & Industry
Naper Settlement, Naperville
Naperville River Walk
North Park Village Nature Center
North Point Lighthouse
*Oakton Water Playground
Old Town School of Folk Music – Kids Concerts & Classes
*Paper Source – Create a Summer Scrapbook!
Peggy Nothebart Nature Museum
*Peoples Choice Family Fun Center
*Ravinia Family Concerts
River Trail Nature Center
Robert R. McCormick Museum, First Division Museum
Robot City Workshop
Roosevelt Collection park & shopping outdoor seating area just south of the loop
Schaumburg Airport Tours
*Second City Improv
Sky Deck at Willis Tower
*Sprecher Root Beer Tour (pm only)
*Strawberry Picking – Thompson Farms
*Strawberry Picking – Stade Farms
*Subaru of Indiana Auto Tours (10 and older)
*The Glen – Sprinkler Park, Shopping, Fun
*Tipsy Paint, Glenview
Treehouse Indoor Playground
Volo Auto Museum
Visit a Farmer’s Market – Let the kids make dinner with their finds!
*Wendella Boat Rides
Wheeling Aquatic Center
*White Sox Games
Wiggleworms in Millenium Park
Wild West Town
Wonder Works in Oak Park
*Denotes Teen/Tween Friendly 🙂
One of the best and worst parts of being a young first time mom is the naiveté. Too stupid to realize just how silly you are to worry about every hiccup and diaper change, yet not experienced enough to feel good about the job you’re doing.
I always wished that there were another mom, a just-slightly-older but, not too old to be a fuddy-duddy, Mentor Mom that could share her tips of the trade before they actually happened to me. The Been There, Done That Mom answering the ever-permeating question of my mothering life, “Is it normal [insert worry here]?”
At 21, I was the first of my friends to have a baby. Over the years, this has allowed me to be their Been There, Done That Mom, but I was not privy to have one.
Was it normal for baby to walk at 15 months? Was it weird if he didn’t like sports? Would he be okay as the youngest in school? After a clueless husband ‘shrug’ to my myriad of freak out questions, I realized that there really was no one for me to ask. So, I turned to my go-to for info, books.
The problem with trusting parenting books is that for every Ferber Method, there is an Attachment Parent and you really have to navigate an ever-contradicting world that you are simultaneously the worst and the best parent out there.
So, I navigated best I could through early toddler years, tween years, awkward adolescence trusting gut instinct, weighing popular opinion against tons of reading material. I hid my veggies in his eggs, like Seinfeld’s wife wrote. When his educational needs weren’t well addressed in school, I brought in Mel Levine’s book to back me up. While my friends were bleary eyed after night 3 of Ferber-izing, I was well-rested having Dr. Sears allow me to snuggle up with my baby in bed.
For every action, a reaction and a PhD-backed author to back me up.
But, as my son hit about 14, I realize that the parenting materials changed drastically. No longer were my books about ideas, self-actualization, promoting confidence – now, they were suddenly about Survival. The titles in these manuals were both laughable and scary:
Surviving the Teen Years
Leave Me Alone, But First Can You Drive Me & Cheryl To the Mall?
Why Do They Act That Way?
The Curse of the Good Girl.
So Sexy, So Soon
Of course, the teen years are hard, anyone knows that. But, I had a feeling that if I had a Been There, Done That Mom she would assure me that there has to be more to it than just Surviving and being “cursed”. I didn’t want them to be So Sexy, So Soon! I waited and hoped there would be more to it than a promised horrific nightmare from 14-18.
I spent a doozy of time living in fear of those years. But, I have learned that there is so much more to it than that. I have shared with my own friends, as their ‘Been There, Done That’ that teen years are difficult, yes, but also very happy and often easier years than raising a toddler. Conversations are deeper, more meaningful. Moments to see that what you’ve learned and put into practice is actually working and when it doesn’t work? Well, then moments happen that will challenge you in a way you’ve never been challenged before. Rewarding, fulfilling and yes, very survivable.
So, as I prep for teen #3 on my roster coming up to bat soon for the Teen Team, I realize that even though I never had the luxury of that Been There, Done That ‘fairy godmother’ Mom, I think I’m doing a pretty decent job with my repertoire of author-fairies and my husband and my techniques combined. At this point, I could write my own parenting book (and perhaps, when they all leave the roost I may just have the time to do that!) and could have saved many a Mother from the pit of parenting despair.
Have you become a Been There, Done That Mom or were you provided a mentor from Day One?