You Don’t Choose Your Family

It’s so obvious, yet I’ve never really given it much thought until now: You choose your spouse and you choose your friends… but you don’t choose your family.

That means you have to learn to appreciate all the quirks of your family members… as they have to learn to deal with yours!

One of the trends you may remember from this past  Christmas was where families were posting their customized and personalized matching “Most Likely” t-shirts.

Thanks to my sister-in-law Jen, our family was able to participate in this fun trend. She was certainly accurate in choosing the most appropriate shirt for each member of our family.

That is interesting and fascinating to me:

People outside of your own immediate family can often pinpoint a particular fun character trait for each person… perhaps better than if you chose one for yourself.

My wife is the event planner of our family: “Mostly likely to organize the presents”. Our son is the curious, activity-based one: “Mostly likely to go fishing with Santa.” Our daughter is basically a personified kitten: “Most likely to be the cutest.”  And me… I don’t want to be told what to do, especially if it’s what everyone else is doing: “Most likely to hate this shirt.”

While my wife and I certainly did choose to spend our lives together, we didn’t fill out paperwork to choose our kids’ personalities… nor did they choose what their parents’ personalities would be like.

Especially due to the fact I am certified in Enneagram personality assessment, I see the potentially conflicting dynamics even more clearly than most people might.

I also can’t help but notice the obvious patterns in which people tend to choose their spouse and friends based on the person either A) being one of the Enneagram numbers next to their own or B) in their path of growth or stress.

For example, my wife is Enneagram 2 and I am Enneagram 8. When she is in stress mode, her personality morphs into an 8, which is my main number.

Similarly, when I am at my best, my personality morphs into hers: As an Enenagram 8, I act more like a 2.

In other words, we naturally understandly each other at our best and worst.

I also know several married couples who fit this dynamic where one spouse is Enneagram 6 and they are married to an Ennagram 9. Same concept: They become each other at either their best or worst.

When people don’t marry their “growth/stress” number in Enneagram, they tend to marry the number next to them. For example, it is pretty common for an Ennneagram 1 to be married to either an Enneagram 9 or an Enneagram 2: both of which are the numbers next to them.

These patterns exist in friendships as well: We naturally gravitate towards people who “get us”, though they are not just like us.

With all that being said, your kids may not conveniently happen to be your “Enneagram neighbor” or in your growth/stress path. That means it requires extra effort to understand them.

Or as I said earlier, you have to learn to appreciate all the quirks of your family members… as they have to learn to deal with yours.

I would theorize that this is why it is pretty common for employers, churches, and community groups to proclaim, “We’re all like a big family here!”

Translation: We didn’t necessarily choose each other individually, but we have figured out how to work with each other’s strengths and how to work around each other’s weaknesses.

It was only a year ago that I was finally able to be honest with myself, after hearing constantly unanimous feedback from family, friends, and coworkers who truly know me in real life… that my Enneagram number is 8… also known as “the challenger”.

If you Google, “Which Enneagram is the hardest to live with?”, my number immediately is the one that comes up. I finally owned up to it and made it official at my wife’s work party where they featured a customizable hat bar. I borrowed the words of Taylor Swift for my hat:

“It’s me. Hi! I’m the problem. It’s me!”

So the next time you become accutely aware of another person’s quirks, just ask yourself, “Uh oh… what quirks of mine do other people have to deal with?”

I am the exception. I am perfectly normal in every way… obviously!

 

 

My First Time Acting Since 1999

I had no idea that a little over a month ago when I threw ramen noodles, instant oatmeal, and old Beanie Babies from the back of my Jeep in the Fort Payne Christmas parade, that I was accidentally auditioning for the upcoming annual Children’s Advocacy Center “dinner and a show” play.

As we slowly rode past what seemed to be the majority of the population of the town in the parade, I was doing my best to shout out anyone’s name I knew, as I sported my ugly Christmas sweater… not giving much thought to how theatrical of a spectacle I was making of myself.

Just a couple days after the parade, I was recruited to be in the play.

Not a coincidence. That was my audition.

Acting was a huge part of my childhood and my connection with the town of Fort Payne. From 3rd grade until my Senior year of high school, I was regularly performing in plays and musicals; whether they were through the local community theater group, or a church, or the school.

Specifically, I am what is referred to as a “character actor”… not the lead. I naturally transform into any version of a character that needs to show up for comic relief. That has always been my speciality.

It is no different for the upcoming “Jukebox Diner”, in which I play two different characters like this:

-An overeager romantic who is on the search for his 4th wife, having just finished a brief stint in prison.

-A grumpy old man who is well-informed of what’s going on in town, thanks to regularly monitoring everyone’s posts on “the Facebook”.

I love the challenge of playing two completely different characters, each with their own personalities and accents, showing up on stage just minutes apart from each other.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t actually been in a play since my senior year of high school, in 1999. So… I haven’t officially acted on a stage in nearly 27 years! But for me, it’s simply second nature to me to do theater again.

We’ve now made it through our first couple of weeks of practice and it is really starting to get fun. Opening night is coming up soon!

Show dates: February 5, 6, 7, 9, 12, 13 and 14.

To reserve your tickets, call the Children’s Advocacy Center at 256-997-9700.

Dear Jack: Your Birdhouse You Built in Shop Class

15 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Nearly a month ago on Christmas Eve, you decided to join me in the annual Twins’ 5K Run just across the street from where we live. That inspired Mommy and your sister, as well as Nonna and Papa to come too.

Afterwards, back at our house, you proudly showed Papa the birdhouse you built in shop class at high school. He was impressed with your craftmanship. So was your shop teacher- he told you that you got the highest grade in the class!

I made it through high school without ever having to take shop class. That wouldn’t have gone well for me.

But for you, it totally makes sense! You have the mind of an engineer. I’ve always said it.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Yardwork on Christmas Eve

9 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

You and your cousin Darla decided to join in on the Twins’ 5K Run on Christmas Eve, about a month ago.

Once we all got back to our house, the sun was out, so you both took it upon yourselves to rake up the leaves that had fallen in our front yard; after I did my final mow for the year.

Your brother saw you both working and he decided to help out as well.

It’s little moments like this that remind me… this is what life is all about.

Little memories like this are big memories to me.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Are the Same Height as Mommy Now?

15 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

There’s no way around it. I started noticing around Christmas that in pictures now, you and Mommy appear to be the same height:

5′ 6″.

So now, the new questions become A) when will you outgrow her and B) at what point will you catch up to me, at 5′ 9″?

Assuming it helps, I continue to bake you two baked potatoes and cook you 4 eggs everyday when you get home from school… and then you still eat a full dinner after that.

It appears to be helping!

Love,

Daddy