So it’s been said, “The squeaky wheel gets the grease.” As an idiom, it means that the one who complains the loudest… well, they get the attention and the fix before the other applicants.
I would much rather not need grease. I would rather be quietly content.
As parents, we need to be fully aware of the fact that our kids will turn into some derivative of us one day. I am very similar to my parents in many many ways, but I’m blessed with nothing less than hard-working, joyous, exceptional souls as parents.
I’m not saying I’m all those things, but I am fully confident that the path they’ve shown me - tread by love alone – will direct me toward my goal of being so.
Alright. So what about that squeaky parent in all of us? The obnoxious plaintiff… The parent that causes a mid-game cancellation of a five-year-old’s soccer match… That niche inside of us all that begs to talk at people rather than allow for a rewarding two-way conversation… Consider what the next generation of that will entail.
I’m not aiming to have this come out as a negative rant. Instead, I think I’ve figured out the difference between the squeaking and the non-sqeaking:
Squeakers need what they want. Non-squeakers want what they need.
How do you approach a positive attitude shift when you catch yourself squeaking?
1. Make sure your brain-to-mouth filter is fully engaged.
2. Regulate your volume.
3. Zoom out and determine where your demeanor would fall on the ‘brightness’ scale if you were a fly on the wall… or a colleague, teacher, or bank teller.
These may sound cheesy, but it’s in an attempt to make us not sound like [donkeys] for all our kids to hear… and eventually emulate it whether they realize or not.
Ever catch yourself doing the “mom gasp?” Ever push the brakes of a car… on the passenger floorboard when you’re not driving? Obviously I have. But, I can attest to the wonderful truth of my mom not being a squeaker.
So basically, if we’re not pleased with something, let’s try not to pollute the population around us with negative noise. Pursue your happiness instead pleasantly and peacefully… but only if you want your kids and my kids and those-people-over-there’s kids to do the same.
When do you find it the hardest to keep your cool? What do you do about it?