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Have Yourself a Good Enough Family Gathering

11/17/2019

 
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For many of us, the holiday season offers a second, or possibly third or fourth opportunity (depending how often a family gathers and how many family configurations exist) to try again and focus on what's really important at this time of year: cultivating a sense of gratitude whenever possible, practicing the art of self-preservation/care, and doing what we can to not make anything worse. For me, that sums up a good enough family gathering.
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Kids' Table: Not so Bad?

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It Was The Best of Times...

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Dawn & Joanne Dreyer, (me and my mom), circa 1986.
In the case of this family wedding, following Amelia's excellent example allowed me to fully enjoy this rare opportunity to be with my extended family and to have my meals paid for by my parents.

Allow me two observations regarding this anecdote:

​1. The dynamics within my immediate family that I found stressful have very little to do with me at 46 years old, or who my lovely parents are right now. The intensity of my internal reaction has everything to do with who I was when I was... 
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Now, that definitely feels embarrassing to write. Come on, seriously? Three decades ago? But I know that I'm not the only one stuck. And being able to recognize where the feelings are coming from -- what role I'm inhabiting -- makes it much more likely external responses will be more in alignment with the thoughtful and competent human I am now. Not the teenager who torn apart a favorite photo and left it for her mom to find, for maximum dramatic effect.
2. I did have a good conversation with my parents BEFORE WE LEFT FOR THE WEDDING about some of the exchanges we've had at prior family get-togethers  that were harder for me to manage emotionally. It wasn't easy, but it was super helpful. 

But if I'd tried to have that conversation while AT the wedding? I am 95% certain we'd have been looking at a MASSIVE FAIL. In these cases, timing is everything.

Which Leads me to the Subject of:

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Here's one example of a less than effective conversation. Many years ago, while driving to my Uncle Dave and Aunt Sue's house for Thanksgiving, my Dad and I had an argument. At an extremely high volume level.
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My brother sat next to me in the backseat, reading his book, completely silent. My mom begged us to end the conversation. 
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I think we've all got a much better chance at reaching across whatever divides us as a family on a random Tuesday in March. I'm just sayin'.

Boxed in

I invite you to join me in an exercise.

I'm picturing the space where my next family gathering will be held. For me, it's a dining room. I'm looking around the table, at each person, one by one. And I'm asking myself, what box do each of us inhabit? Who's the funny one. The (too) emotional one? Who's job is it to make sure that everyone gets along? That everyone is happy? Who values brutal honestly above all, and refuses to be "fake" in order to maintain the peace? Who talks the most? Who sits quietly? 

And what's my box? 
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I find it much easier to be compassionate for both myself and my family members when I remember we're all operating, to some extent, in boxes that don't necessarily fit us anymore.

OK, I Get it with the Boxes....

But what can I do, you might ask, if I find myself caught up in a less than optimal exchange? 

I'd given this question some real thought before Thanksgiving. Generally speaking, my family shares similar political beliefs. But this is a holiday, not a random Tuesday.

I wanted a plan.

Here's what I did ahead of time. I thought of a really good memory I had of each person who would be at the table. I had it in my pocket, ready to go. Just in case.

And then it happened. My Dad and I disagreed. I felt a gust of air on my shoulder. It was my Mom engaged in not at all subtle non-verbal communication with my Dad, vehimently shaking her head from side to side. "Stop! End this conversation," she seemed to say. 

I could feel the frustration rising in my chest. I'm an adult. I can have a reasonable, considered difference of opinion with my father. I'm doing nothing wrong. I didn't raise my voice. What the...

Oh. Oh.

"Dad. I was thinking the other day about what a great job you did coaching my soccer team when when I was a kid. You really made each of us feel good about our skills on the field. And you encouraged us to play hard, but also to have fun."


Dad had his own memories to share, and picked up the conversation. And we kept rolling on. No yelling, no crying. Just a nice moment, a genuine compliment. Crisis averted.

Of course, my comment was a total nonsequitor. So I just now called my Dad to see if he noticed anything strange.

He remembered the disagreement. He remembered me bringing up him being a great soccer coach.

"Did you notice that I completely changed the subject?"

No, he hadn't noticed.

So I read him this part here about my plan. He started laughing.

"That's a good plan," he said. "I might use it myself."

It's the Sneaky Boxes that Nail Us...

I'm grateful that there are parts of myself that reach their full expression while I'm with my family, and that those qualities are often deeply appreciated. That's awesome. ​
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At this point, I might decide to leave the kitchen and go watch Jimmy Stewart (as George Bailey)  stay in boring old Bedford Falls while his brother Harry goes off and has all the adventures. (Hmm. Boxes? I think so....)

But look! Now I'm on the couch watching my all time favorite Christmas movie, It's a Wonderful Life. I'm not being emotionally annihilated, or upsetting the delicate balance of kitchen power relations. In this moment, all is well. 
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    For over two decades, Dawn Dreyer has worked as a writer, mixed-media documentary maker, and teacher. Since 2005, Dawn has been an outspoken advocate for herself and others with the lived experience of mental illness. Her current project is the animated documentary Bipolar Girl Rules the World. 


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