What ideas do you have?
Was Laughter called for during “The Missing Glasses Episode”? Did I have to apply Openness, to consider various perspectives on this latest urgency? Might I have needed to raise my Vibration to stay light-filled? How about Intention, in terms of focusing upon the wanted? Did Neutrality ever figure in, as far as loving without attached caring? Was there along the way a role for Grace, by staying committed to lower aging stress levels?
Try all six LOVING attitudes!!
The “Missing Glasses Episode” – Part 2
To entirely appreciate the rest of this story, you need to know my father’s mountains of “stuff” in just the recreation room alone were so monstrous it took a cat’s finely-honed suppleness to navigate the rickety circuit. Picture “hoarders on steroids”!
Early in my paternal “adventure”, I honestly believed I was the only adult on the planet who contended with such an unspeakable home-where-you-grew-up environment. My stomach fully churns today at the mere thought.
How wrong I was. So many in Un-cope-able Parent situations have since recounted similar circumstances.
I can therefore totally picture how moving the flimsy pile from the pillar of the bar counter to the post of a neighboring couch likely resulted in them toppling onto the floor underneath. At least, that was my theory.
Transmute the frustration.
No sooner had I hung up the phone puzzled by how a stack of eyeglasses (intact the last time I saw them) could have mysteriously “disappeared” than ding-a-ling! No sooner had I suggested to my father that we re-trace steps in our minds overnight (after an hour-long discussion on this subject alone!!), than a short 15 minutes later he’d found them.
Where do you think the pile was? Right! Exactly where I suspected… Beneath the sofa!
Even after all that, my father was unconvinced the grouping of glasses hadn’t been carried off by a rodent! Thank goodness I possessed the Grace not to inquire whether he’d also lost a novel to the “reading” varmint!
What was learned?
Goodness, it took every level ounce of discretion I possess not to blurt, “Do you logically think a burglar would go first to your collection of orphaned 1960’s and 1970’s sun, reading and driving glasses, Daddy?”
Talk about an opportunity to reframe desperation into compassion.
Toward that end, I extend Carl Rogers’ offering: “When I accept myself as I am, I change. When I accept others as they are, they change.”