dreamstime 9495549 0319 Is My J O B To Take Care of Others?I have debated on what it was I wanted to change and accomplish as we start this new year.  Looking back on it, 2009 really hasn’t been that different from any of the previous years.  Except one small detail.  I have made up my mind that this is the year that I start taking care of myself more and worry less about having someone in my life that I need to be taking care of…in whatever capacity that may be.

This actually popped into my head while reading one of my favorite authors.  James Patterson typically writes the intense, fast moving serial killer mystery books that are just long enough to hold my attention on a slow evening or weekend where I don’t have too many pressing obligations to take care of.  Of course, I have read all of his current books, so while out doing my Christmas shopping (which I vow this year to NOT over do as I do every year for the special people in my life) I picked up a book of his that is little different than his norm.  Breakfast at Tiffany’s (Little Brown & Co., 2008) is not his usual thriller.  It is the story of a young child who spends her life more with her imaginary friend than with her highly successful Broadway producer mother.  At the age of nine, her friend Michael must leave her.  That is the rule.  I won’t spoil the rest of the book, but I do highly recommend it.  Michael makes a statement shortly after having to leave the young girl for good about his life’s purpose is that of a care giver.  He knows he is the person who always takes care of others, makes sure their needs are met and that he forgoes his wants and needs so that his charges have what they desire.

This made me think a bit.  His J-O-B is to take care of others.  Not too far from what my job as a teacher encompasses.  It is much deeper than that (I am sure where this is the part where the therapist would start picking me apart!) from my personal perspective.  I have always been the person who has strove to take care of people and animals.  Heck, I have even paid for a dead, droopy African violet in the hopes to nurse it back to health.  I am not complaining.  I love doing these things and seeing those that I can help thrive.  I have brought home every stray animal I find, ever since I was old enough to wander off around my childhood home on my own.  Ask my mother about the wild baby rabbits I brought home one afternoon.  Sad to say…they died within a few short days.  Turns out they needed their mother and not just a bottle of formula and a teenage girl.

I get these traits from both of my parents.  They are nurturers to a fault.  After reading Sunday at Tiffany’s I began asking myself what is it about me that makes me most happy when I can help others?  I don’t think this is a bad trait to have (and I am by no means looking for confirmation in my ability to be a “good person”) I just think that I need to have the realization that at some point there needs to be a fine line drawn where I stop looking for the ways to make someone else happy by what I do for them and start looking for the little ways I can make myself happy.  If the other people around me want to join in and be happy with me…GREAT!  I need to learn that I cannot make someone else happy, or that by making them happy I will also be happy.  It doesn’t matter what I do for them, with them or myself.  If someone doesn’t want to be happy, the best I can do is try to put a smile on their face and brighten up their day just a bit.  I would hope that at the end of the day, I have left a little brighter footprint on those that I meet and interact with than not.

I must start worrying about making me happy though!  I am the only one who can make me happy.  I will not find this happiness in the lives of anyone else.  I think for too long I have known that I truly want to be a part of “something” where both people are happy.  I do thrive in this sort of situation, but isn’t that what this “type” of situation is supposed to be like?  For too long I have found myself in situations where I begin to try to do more and more for someone else in an attempt to make them happier, make their life easier and as a result I am the one who tends to become more and more sad.  Disheartened in a way, not necessarily sad about me in any particular way, but maybe sad because of a sense of failure on my part?  Maybe this is because my efforts are in vain?

Feel free to correct me if I am wrong on any of this!  I totally do not mind guidance.  In fact, I will take all the guidance I can get, for I seem t be on a hamster wheel and it hasn’t gone anywhere new for the first forty years!  I do believe I have hit my head on that proverbial brick wall for the last time! I hope anyway, but then again, is it exactly these traits that make me the person that I am?   Am I just like Michael in the sense that my J-O-B on this planet is to care for others?  Are there those of us that our reason for being here is to act as nurturers?  That may very well be the case, but I HAVE to find that fine line between nurturer and self and not cross it.  I don’t think my sanity can take much more banging my head against the wall.  That and it is leaving the most unattractive nasty bruise!

I do hope that everyone has a very blessed new year and that 2010 allows everyone to come at least one step closer to the realization of their personal dreams and aspirations.  Oh, and by the way, that African violet?  It is alive and well, thriving on my kitchen window sill.  So, I at least accomplished making that one plant a little happier.

Best wishes for a fabulous new year!

Theresa Jones

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