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This edition of the This Or That Tag was created by Cait @ Paper Fury. It’s stressful because most of the choices are terrible. I hope you enjoy watching me make difficult bookish decisions. Some of these are painful. This Or That Tag (The Stressful Edition) Series or Standalones? Standalones. I don’t like “middle book syndrome” or waiting for the next book in a series to come out. I usually lose interest in the series while I’m waiting for the next book. I have a short attention span and get bored easily. That’s why I rarely finish the series I start. Magic Earned or Magic Born? Well, I don’t like the “chosen one” trope that often comes with magic born. I also don’t like sitting through tedious, cliché “learning to use magic” chapters. Let’s go with magic born because if the character is already part of a magical community, we can get right to the interesting part of the story. Skip all the “OMG, I’m becoming magic!” training montages. Enemies-To-Lovers or Friends-To-Lovers? I know that enemies-to-lovers happens in real life, but it often comes across as forced in fiction. The pacing of a book moves faster than the pacing of real life. In my experience, authors don’t give enemies-to-lovers enough time to develop realistically. I choose friends-to-lovers because it takes less time to develop. Hilarious Banter or Emotional Ruin? I don’t like humor books because most of them aren’t funny, but if a story has depth and can make me laugh, I’ll love it forever. I choose hilarious banter. Love Triangle or Instalove? Love triangle. I like to see relationships develop slowly. With instalove, I usually don’t understand why these characters are instantly in love with each other. Love triangles are cliché, but at least I get my “why” questions answered. Keyboard-Smash Names or All Names Start With The Same Letter? First, why can’t authors give their characters pronounceable names? Some names really do look like the author just smashed their hands on a keyboard. Keyboard-smash names also make book reviewing difficult. Do you know how many times I’ve had to Google how to spell Daenerys Targaryen? Way too many times! (Don’t get me started on Rhaegar, Viserys, and all the other Targaryens. This family requires way too much spell-checking.) I choose names that all start with the same letter. It might be confusing at first, but I won’t stumble over the names every time I see them. Mean Parents or Dead Parents? The problem is that so many children’s books have both! The birth parents are dead and the replacement parents are mean. I’ll go with mean parents. Mean people are more interesting than dead people. Supermodel Looks or Constantly Complaining About How “Plain” They Are? I can’t stand complaining. It gets on my nerves immediately (in real life and in fiction). I’ll happily take the non-whiney supermodel, please. Face On Cover or Typography On Cover? Do you really want your book to stare at you with human eyes? This one is easy: typography. I like looking at pretty fonts, and I don’t like looking at people. What’s worse is that it’s often obvious that the cover designer didn’t read the book. I read one novel where the narrator is described as “chubby with frizzy hair.” The girl on the cover is thin with straight hair. Just . . . what? Why? Who is this cover girl?! She’s nobody in the book, that’s for sure. Villain Turning A Little Good or Hero Turning A Little Bad? Ooh, I like both of these. A villain turning good could be interesting. It would throw everybody off and make you wonder if the villain is really a villain. On the other hand, most stories focus on heroes. The villains get much less page-time. Since heroes get the most attention, I want them to be complex and flawed. I choose hero turning bad. Do you want to do this tag? Consider yourself tagged.
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The Grouchy Ladybug is a story I read many times to my own children, and to my elementary students. Eric Carle's story is about an irascible ladybug who picks a fight with a polite ladybug, but after determining that the other ladybug is not big enough to fight her, she flies off to find someone who is. Every character she meets is bigger than the one before, and every single time, the cantankerous little insect declares, "Oh, you're not big enough!" and flies away. What is it about "ENOUGH" that hits a nerve with me? Depending on how the word's used, I feel calm and satisfied, or I feel threatened and anxious. Words are so powerful. I love the phrase in Sara Bareilles' song, "Brave," that says "words can be a weapon or a drug." It depends on how we say them. It depends on how we hear them. Consider the following: "May you always have enough. Enough time; enough food; enough love." *SIGH* Doesn't that feel reassuring? But whenever I hear that someone doesn't feel like they ARE enough, I feel incredibly sad. "I'm not thin enough, pretty enough, good enough, smart enough." Those comments do not have a calming effect, and have no place in our self-talk. They make me prickle. Having enough is circumstantial, and may vary moment to moment. Being enough is existential, and should be a constant in our lives. And yet... Several years ago, I went to counseling. Maybe it was a mid-life crisis; maybe I felt a little crazy, but I definitely needed someone to listen to me, and help me sort my thoughts. Each time I walked up the creaking steps of the old bank building on the corner, I would wait my turn in the little makeshift waiting area, sitting near a small book shelf with a radio softly playing the local country station, so I couldn't overhear someone else's session, I suppose. When it was my turn, I would enter the therapist's office, and sit on one end of the couch, making note of where the tissues were, and checking the time. I figured if I talked faster, I'd get more accomplished. I just wanted to fix myself soon, so I could feel better, and get rid of the dark cloud hanging over my head. We would discuss my marriage, my children, my teaching; blah blah blah. Every week, for months, nothing seemed to change. I didn't feel like myself. I was dissatisfied; I was irritable; I had lost my joie de vivre. And every single week, I would be asked the same question. "Denise, why don't you think you're a good mother?" WHAT? How could she possibly think I thought that? I love my kids. They are my life. How could she think that I thought I wasn't a good mom? I have good kids, so of course, I was a good mother. How dare she? If I were so offended by her question, why did I keep going back? I suppose I thought I deserved to feel ridiculed, I deserved to feel bad. Like a whipped puppy, each week, I would return, seeking reassurance, wondering if I would ever find the answers to the unasked questions in my heart. Toward the end of each session of her listening to me answer her questions, I could count on her to ask me the same dreaded question: "So, Denise, why don't you think you're a good mother?" And at the end of each session, I would defend myself, saying, "I AM a good mother." I would go home, angry, wondering why she kept harping on that. I perhaps wasn't the BEST mother, but I was no Joan Crawford/Mommie Dearest. What working mother doesn't doubt her abilities to juggle work and family? Of course, I had my concerns, but I believed I was a good mother. One afternoon, after endless weeks of being asked this one question, I finally snapped. I'd had it. I sat up a little taller, and I leaned toward my counselor, and with a voice louder than perhaps that little radio in the waiting area could conceal, I spoke my mind. "I am so sick of your asking that same question every single week. Why do you keep doing that? Every time I come here, I can count on you to ask me that question. It's driving me crazy. I go home so mad every time that you ask that, which has been every single time. You must think I'm a terrible mother to keep asking me that. WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING IT?" Slowly, she readjusted herself in her chair, and with an earnest look in her eyes, she leaned forward, and said softly, "Denise, I believe you are a wonderful mother. You truly are a good mother. I just don't think you BELIEVE that. Do you? Do YOU believe that you are a good mother?" I couldn't believe it. Did she seriously just ask me that again? In my frustration, I started to cry. "I AM a good mother. I have wonderful children. I KNOW I am a good mother." A switch flipped just then. My tears were falling, unchecked. "I'm just not good ENOUGH." Her eyes crinkled as her mouth formed a small smile. She handed me some tissues, and she patted my arm. "Now we're getting somewhere." It took a few minutes for me to stop sobbing. It was as if a heavy weight were lifted off of my shoulders. When I could speak, I told her, "If I were good enough, my children would always be happy. If I were good enough, life wouldn't be so hard for my kids. If I were good enough, my children wouldn't give in to temptations, and they would never get in trouble. If I were good enough, my children would never doubt themselves, or how much I love them. I can never be good enough." I had finally confessed my sins, and released the pain I had been carrying with me all of that dark, dark time. As we talked, I came to understand although I allowed my children to make their own decisions, I wasn't really letting them own those choices, and the consequences that naturally followed. I was taking on too much. I needed to let them decide for themselves, and be there for them when they made mistakes. I didn't expect them to be perfect; why was I holding myself to such a high standard? It really was never about me. I had so much to learn about control, and how little I actually have. It has been years since than painful day. I am still learning. I understand better that I have no control over others, but I can control how I react to situations. I have come to realize that not only am I a good mother and a good person, I am good enough. My breathing slows whenever I say that. It is so comforting to tell myself that, and to finally believe it. Maybe you don't believe you are enough. You are; I promise. Say it with me. "I am good enough." Say it again. "I am good enough." We are good enough, just as we are, without changing a thing. That isn't to say we don't have goals and dreams and hopes for better things ahead. For now, dwell in this moment, and know that everything is going to be all right. There is goodness in this moment for you to find. You are safe. You are okay. You are good enough. Sometimes, just knowing that you are enough is enough.
