Life Behind the Eight Ball
I hate making decisions. If you sent me into a store to buy paint, I would literally be in there for hours ruminating about all the different colors, textures, and brands of paint that I could purchase. Eventually, my choice would come down to price – and I have to admit that I have painted my living room a dozen times because of indecision. I find that making other decisions in life often causes me frustration and stress. Sure, I can make those split second mom decisions without a hesitation – but try to get me to decide on what restaurant to go to, what outfit to wear to my PTA conference, or what to cook for dinner, and I cave to the pressure. (Sort of!)
So, I have a magic eight ball. Do you remember them from when you were a kid?
You ask the eight ball a question, shake it a bit, and then wait for the answer to appear through the murky water behind the plastic glass. “Should I have fish for dinner?” Shake, shake, and the answer comes up to a clear and resounding, “All signs point to YES!” (Yay, fish for dinner!) The best part is that if you don’t like the answer, you can simply ask it another, shake the eight ball, and get a new one. I have come to the conclusion that if I get the same answer two or three times, the eight ball must know best!
And no – I have not lost my mind. And I don’t leave my entire life up to an eight ball (at least not ALL the time). But I do find that the magic eight ball toy has been a great addition to my family. I have 4 kids, which means that often there are tons of disagreements among the masses over really stupid things, like whose turn it is to sit shotgun or to clear off the table after dinner. And so, in comes the magic eight ball to be the “bad guy” and the deciding factor in some of our familial debates.
Plus, because you can only ask it YES or NO questions (My daughter once asked it what Santa was going to bring her), it helps me to clearly define my choices. Clearly define MY CHOICES. That is an extremely powerful statement. Not only does it indicate that I have choices in every moment, but that some of my choices are better than others are. This realization, quite frankly, is a “momspirational” AHA moment!
Most of the time, when I am resisting making decisions, there is a good reason behind my hesitancy. Either I am being pushed into a decision, or don’t have all the facts I need to make an informed decision. And sometimes, I realize that I put much too much energy into making a decision – one that doesn’t really matter. Seriously, who cares what we have for dinner; it isn’t going to change anything. So the magic eight ball works for me.
How do you make decisions as a parent? Could the magic eight ball work for you and some of your simpler choices causing you stress?