Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Language of Love

**Wrote this post a few weeks ago, but only just polished it up for posting.  Lots of irons in the fire this time of year, so look for more to come soon.  Enjoy!**

So, in an effort to maintain some sort of interesting repartee with my husband while he is gone, I came up with, what I think is, a brilliant idea.  Several months ago, while surfing the Pinterest wave – yes, I am an avid follower – I stumbled upon this “30 Things” list.  The blogger who posted it here did so in an effort to boost her own blogging efforts, sparking in me a similar inspiration.  But, I didn’t want to just outright steal her idea, so I pinned the site, marking it for future considerations.  Fast forward to just before the deployment, a lightbulb *bing!*  I proposed the idea to Ryan that maybe, since we would be mostly sustaining on emails alone, that we challenge ourselves a little bit.  I proposed to send him one question a week for every week of the deployment and we would each have that entire week to formulate and send a response to said question, in the hopes that maybe we would have at least something to write about when the mundane details of everyday life got a little boring to explain.  He was thrilled with the idea, as he too was looking for a little inspiration to boost his writing sensibilities, so we began. 

Well, it has been going great!  We have both found that this has been an incredibly easy and focused way for us to isolate some of the minor little nuances of our life that we might not have otherwise ventured into discussing.  It has brought up lots of questions and sparked conversations that have carried our emailing to a much more interesting place.  We keep marveling at how much we have been learning about each other, after we had gone along thinking we knew so much!  Oh how much the “newly” married have to learn. 
At any rate, this lengthy discussion brings me to the purpose of this post, which has much more to do with the greater good.  Or so I hope.  The most recent question Ryan and I spent time answering was “What is Your Love Language?”  This is actually a question that I had wanted to look into more for quite some time now, as someone had enlightened me to this idea and book a long while ago.  As it turns out, Ryan had also heard about it and had secretly wanted to discuss it as well.  Weird.  The basic premise is that a psychologist who had been seeing clients over the course of 20+ years started to notice a pattern in the couples he had been counseling.  It seemed to him that, in general, people tend to express or “speak” their love in a small variety of ways.  He narrowed these “languages” down to 5:  1) Acts of Service; 2) Receiving of Gifts; 3) Words of Affirmation; 4) Quality Time; 5) Physical Touch.**   According to the good doctor, everyone has one “language” which they speak to other people more than the other 4.  And, maybe not necessarily the same, they also have one that they need spoken to them in order to feel loved.  It is possible to have 2 tie for first, as I did, but generally one outweighs the others.  What is most interesting is that the language you think you speak is sometimes not the one that ends up as your actual first language.  The fascinating part comes when you try to compare your own language with those who you love, to see where there may be some kind of disconnect.  And there typically is.  There is a quiz here that you can take to determine where you stand in the love language realm, but allow me to tell you a little bit about the revelations I discovered for myself.
So, as I have few secrets, here is how I scored on the assessment: 9 Acts of Service; 9 Quality Time; 5 Words of Affirmation; 5 Physical Touch; 2 Receiving Gifts.  As you can see, I had two languages duking it out for first place, but once I saw the results in black and white it was like another lightbulb went off, *Bing!*  Of course!  Why could I never put that together?  I am a total and complete Acts of Service lover!  I mean, so many things clicked in my head in the moment I finished the quiz, namely the fact that I felt like an idiot for never having put this together before.  The reason I sometimes seem like an overachiever to others and why I sometimes feel undervalued, and ultimately at times, underloved, is because I both give and expect to receive love through Acts of Service.  I like to make people things, do for others, cook them meals, bake them treats, etc, etc, etc.  Talk about an epiphany.  Around our house, I am always acting out this language with Ryan and am always disappointed when my efforts are not reciprocated.  As it turns out, Acts of Service fell last on Ryan’s survey with a whopping 2 points – yikes.  Not yikes in an “I’m judging you way,” yikes in a “wow, we are on completely other levels sometimes” way.  So, you can imagine that our conversations revolved around the ways in which we could work on bridging the gaps between our languages. 
In terms of the other results, at first I was really surprised that Quality Time beat out Words of Affirmation.  In terms of my relationship with Ryan, I value our time together so much and I think that is one of the most valuable lessons I have learned from our military life: how to truly value each and every day that we spend together.  I just also know how lucky I am to be married to someone who is so forthcoming with his feelings about me as well as his constant declarations of my beauty and his words of encouragement.  On that scale, he definitely gets a 10 – he knows exactly what to say when I need him to say it and even when I don’t know I need it.  As a matter of fact, in our discussion we figured out that he has a keen ability to know when I am feeling a little less than supported through his lacking Acts of Service and makes up for it by speaking more Words of Affirmation, which ranked higher on his list.  He admitted that he realized through this activity that he does that, but also made the startling realization that I have been speaking my Acts of Service love to him from our very beginning and he, like me, felt like such dope for missing my sometimes very obvious pleas to fulfill that need.  Instead of thinking that I just wanted help with mundane household tasks, he saw that really I was subconsciously pleading to be recognized and acknowledged.   This is starting to sound a little too “shrinky,” I know, but honestly, it has given us both a great deal of insight into our understandings of each other as well as our relationships with those around us.
When I started to think about these results in broader terms, it began making more and more sense to me.  Because, I grew up in a family where words of affirmation and physical touch were not really highly used or regarded, these are languages that I didn't become versed in "speaking" until much later in my life.  I think I am still learning how to feel comfortable expressing them in some ways.  I have never been a person who could always verbalize how I felt very well or even say the right thing at the right moment.  Believe it or not, in a lot of ways I have always been a relatively shy person when it comes to verbally expressing these things - I've always been better in writing J  Spending time together, just hanging out and doing things, that's how my family has always communicated love.  That, and doing for each other.  I mean, when I really go back and think about all of this, which I have - at length - it really brings together a lot of ideas about me, my family and the ways I have viewed our relationships up until this point.  Receiving Gifts was so very low on my list, which was not a shock either, because honestly, I haven’t often been on the receiving end of many gifts and therefore it has never been an important thing in my life.  Growing up with limited means often put the focus either on other things or just made the one or two gifts we did get that much more meaningful.  This was a big lesson for me growing up that I intend to carry on – no 50 present Christmases in our family.  I have a solid understanding of why this is so important for some people out there, who maybe speak the Receiving Gifts languages more than others, but for me it is the thought or the act behind the gift that means the most.  That isn't to say I don't love receiving gifts, it really does always make me feel special and communicates a kind of love I often overlook.  I also definitely love giving gifts, but really, in the grand scheme, that could fall under Acts of Service J  When put up against other things, for me, gifts tend to fall to the wayside in terms of importance because so many other things took a focal point throughout my childhood and adolescence. 
So, is this test foolproof, definite or conclusive?  Probably not.  There is a chance you could take the quiz and find out that it doesn’t factor out for you.  The key is definitely to be completely honest with yourself when you answer and don’t try to give the answer that you think you’d prefer to give – like in those magazine article quizzes.  You know who you are!  At the very least, by just reading over the Love Languages and thinking about them in terms of yourself and your relationships with others, can offer a great deal of insight into why things don’t tend to go your way or work out like you plan.  It offers a crucial insight that could be a good jumpstart to any New Year’s resolutions you might be thinking about.  I have always found that the New Year is a great time, maybe not for overhauling your life, but maybe just taking stock of what’s going on, what you’re feeling and what changes you might need to start making for yourself or those around you.  (An interesting note, too, as I just discovered by returning to the website after not having seen it in a while, he's added some profiles for apologies and appreciation that I intend to explore, as well as information about a child's languages.  Could prove to be an interesting insight into your parent/child dynamics...).  If nothing else, it’s just a fun quiz to take and keep in the back of your mind.  It might also help you understand why your significant other refuses to put their socks in the hamper or keeps forgetting your birthday – it might not be because they don’t love you enough, it could just be that you aren’t speaking the same language.   
 
**From the Website before he changed it - I just like these explanations better.**
#1: Words of Affirmation

Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, "I love you," are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.

#2: Quality Time

For those whose love language is spoken with Quality Time, nothing says, "I love you," like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes your significant other feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.

#3: Receiving Gifts

Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures.

 #4: Acts of Service

Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an "Acts of Service" person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: "Let me do that for you." Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter.

#5: Physical Touch

This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Mission Complete!


Well, here I am – post # 2!  How proud are you?!  I am pretty excited.  Ever since I posted the first one, I have been thinking and planning the next ones.  I have been spending some time working on a couple of other posts, but in the meantime, I didn’t want to leave you hanging thinking I am a) never coming back and b) laying about eating bon bons, drinking margaritas, reading magazines and wasting away the time I have to accomplish things around my house.  Just a sidenote  -but where did that saying even come from.  Do people eat bon bons?  I wouldn’t even know where to get them.  I’m more likely to be laying around eating popcorn or dark chocolate powerberries, but I suppose that doesn’t have the same catchy ring…but I digress.
Anyway, I accomplished a huge project this weekend that I am dying to share with you all!  With the free time I’ve had these days, I have been trying to conquer a lot of household projects that I have been keeping on an ever increasing list.  One of those projects has been the kiddo room.  When we first moved into this house, I put all of her things in one of the 3 bedrooms with a vision in my head of what it could look like if I ever summoned the gumption to make it happen.  I knew the exact color, decorations, and set up.  When she was about 6 months old, I finally decided to tackle it.  Ryan was gone on one of his many 2 week long trainings, I had already finished the living room and now I was ready to move on.  I bought the paint, draped the furniture, and taped the creases to get started.  I finished the painting in 2 days over the course of the kiddo’s nap times and night time sleeping.  Thankfully she was taking nice long naps twice a day.  Once I got the whole room painted with two coats, I put up some of the wall appliques that I found and put the furniture where I wanted it.  I was so excited, but I didn’t want to get too happy yet, I still had things I wanted to do. 
Well, wouldn’t you know, it took me another six months to finally complete the project.  I have been staring at the one large blank wall in her room for months trying to decide what to do with it.  I have been looking for the right set of shelves to put up against it, but nice shelve pieces are stupid expensive and I’m really not interested in putting a lot of money into kiddo furniture; God knows what is in store for it.  Well wouldn’t you know Pinterest saved the day!  A while back I saw a posting ofor using rain gutters as shelving to create a little book nook in a kiddo room.  Brilliant!  I pinned it for a rainy day and have had it in the back of my mind for weeks now.  Well, last week I was so over the kiddo’s books being strewn all over her room, as she is obsessed with reading every single one and then just dropping it and moving on to the next.  It was time to execute the plan!
Taking her books to read under the tree
This past weekend the Munchkin and I set out to Home Depot to gather supplies.  I found the perfect vinyl rain gutter in a beautiful shade of brown to match some of the furniture and some drywall screws.    The rain gutters are sold in ten foot lengths, so I carried one down to the front of the store and asked one of the orange apron wearing men types if a hacksaw would be the best way to cut this gutter down.  I don’t want to say that there was any eyelash batting or sweet smiling happening, but it was a Saturday at Home Depot and without it I was probably just some clueless chick with a kid wandering the aisles.  They were more than obliging to my request and said, well, I guess we could just do it for you miss, right this way.  Bing bang boom, 10 feet of gutter becomes 3 equal length gutter shelves. I walked out of there for approximately $9 with my three pieces and 12 drywall screws.  Sweet!  Munchkin and I headed home for naptime and I planned my attack.  When she woke up, I taped the walls where I wanted to hang the shelves, measured for the screws, drilled the wall and the gutter pieces and screwed them into the wall.  Done and done.  It was so exciting!  I moved a chest into the room next to the shelves for the animals to have a home, put the remaining Eric Carle animal appliques up and marveled at my handiwork.
Ta Da!
The last step in the process was hanging the picture string I made for her first birthday.  At her party I hung a collection of pictures from her first year, hung them from string with ribbon so people could look at them as they meandered around throughout the day.  I really liked how it turned out, so I figured why not get two uses out of it?  I strung the pictures up above the shelves and now that whole space looks purposeful.  The room is complete.  It is the first room in the whole house, in almost a year of us living here, that is finally complete and Savannah is obsessed with it.  She is constantly pointing and laughing at the pictures, which she has been studying as they’ve been lying on various surfaces around our house since September.  She can’t get enough of taking the books down and putting them back up and she is loving the space that has been made available to play by getting everything off the floor and out of corners.  Yay for me!  Check out the pictures for yourself.     Since there is no one here to revel at my creation in person, you all get the joy of seeing it here.  I don’t know about you, but for me there is something about finishing a major project that inspires me to get started on another one.  Seems counterintuitive, but it’s true.  Wait till you see my garage...

Saturday, November 3, 2012

She's Baaack...for reals this time.


Wow.  How is it even possible that over a year and a half has passed me by without even one iota of a posting to my own blog.   It’s funny, because I think about this blog at least once a day.  Once a day for probably 21 months – that’s a little more thought and a lot less action.  Disappointing, I know.  Ryan even asked me several months ago why I hadn’t posted in such a long time.  After a long pause and a brief amount of thought, all I could come up with was “I just don’t feel like I have anything to say.” 

I have always prided myself on my ability to transfer thought to written word in somewhat of an eloquent fashion.  It’s always been my source of salvation when the thoughts in my head get too jumbled, unorganized, or riotous.  And it isn’t to say that I haven’t had thoughts, because where would that leave me?  I just have also always prided myself on the notion that “if you don’t have anything useful to say, don’t say anything at all.”  I suppose I just haven’t felt like anything I have thought in these last almost 2 years has been useful.  After some consideration, I’ve come to realize that maybe this is just an extension of my feeling of uselessness which has grown out of my lack of resolution on the job front.  After almost 4 years of searching and waiting, much to my own chagrin, I have yet to step back into the classroom as a full time teacher.  This has definitely taken its toll on my confidence, patience, surefootedness and resolve.  For a brief time, I was teaching jewelry making to elementary students which was, in its own way, educationally fulfilling.  But, as is wont to happen, that opportunity became unavailable as the business owner relocated.  Currently, I am employed by a school in more of an administrative role than anything else, which is definitely a step in the right direction, but still not quite on point.  At least I’m in the building, right?

More space in my brain is taken up with thoughts about “did I do the right thing in pursuing education” and “how am I going to make this work” than anything else, therefore leaving me feeling like, since I have no answers to these questions, maybe I should just keep plugging away at them until I have something useful to say.  Again with that word.  Useful.  All I’m left with is the questions upon questions that multiply out of the one that started it all: “what am I doing?”  I got nothing.  I started out down this path that seemed so clear more than 10 years ago.  Every step along the way has been taken in the direction of a specific goal – one that was clear, visual, and attainable.  But now here I am, looking around at the dirt path ahead of and behind me and I see that it’s all just a wide open desert wasteland of what was once a forest of my flourishing career goals.  Maybe that’s an exaggeration, maybe it’s not all a wasteland as I’ve met some amazing people along the way and was afforded time to have my first baby.  But who would have believed that education would NOT have been a safe career bet?  Surely not me, as one of the things Ryan and I laughed about in terms of having to move every other 6 months/year was “they need teachers everywhere, so we’re all set.”  I am a big believer in the whole “it happens for a reason” mentality, and I do fully believe that every step taken thus far has not been in vain.  However, as I look forward, my vision isn’t as clear as it once was.  30 is walking down the sidewalk to my doorstep and will soon be knocking and asking, “what now?”  So, indeed, what now?

Well, to start, I have a full blown family now with a tiny human and an adoring husband.  That has become my focus, especially as more children may show their beautiful faces in our near future (not yet, don’t get excited, just more near than far).  With that in mind, along with my hiatus from the educational community, I think I am also shifting my teaching beliefs and philosophy.  What was once a hard and fast rule about sticking by the public school system and supporting that which so many people have neglected has become more of a wavering idea that leans toward homeschooling and charter school education.  As I’ve said, every step has meant something and many of those steps have been taken outside the public school system, in other domains that have not only opened my eyes to the flaws of our public education system, but also to the amazing opportunities that have blossomed in the charter school/homeschool sector.  It really isn’t what it used to be – in a good way. The school I currently work in, specifically, has really broadened my scope for what education can really look like and how much was missing from my public school teaching experience.  More on that in a later post…

With all of that said, I am trying to commit myself to my writing again.  I know, I’ve said this before and I am a terrible personal rule breaker.  I don’t mean to do it, it just happens.  Don’t point the finger at me – I’m sure you’ve done it too.  Just not on a public forum where people can look at the date of your last post and say, “aye, what a slacker.”  Believe me, I feel it more than you think it.  But I’m making a comeback!  Refueled by my recent acquisition of free time in my husband’s absence, I am determined to continue my quest toward career/maternal/personal enlightenment.  Bushwhacked as it may become, the path will be forged.  I can’t say that I know what the theme of this blog will be going forward.  Honestly, I don’t know that it had an actual “theme” to begin with.  At the heart, it is still all about a small town girl just trying to figure it all out; but even more, it’s about a once focused yet wandering educator who is redefining herself and her life’s mission.  Stay tuned, it should get interesting…