Taming My Inner Raccoon

DSC08240Earlier today, I saw something that said “Keeping your mouth shut is the hardest thing in the world when you know something needs to be said.”  I could have this tattooed on my arm and still not pay any attention to it.  All of my life I have felt compelled to speak up when I shouldn’t.  Does it really matter if someone is wrong when they are never going to see the truth for themselves?  Will it truly help me or anyone in my family if I speak up when the best course of action is standing down?  Do I really think I can win an argument with someone who has no common sense or will never see the forest for the trees?  Somehow, in my mind, the answer always seems to be yes.

For Lent, one of the things I am working on is letting God dictate all of my words, or lack thereof; but that is so, so hard.  A few weeks ago, I watched helplessly as our four-year-old mutt, Rosie, tried to reason with a rabid raccoon.  No matter how hard I screamed or how many things I threw at them in an effort to distract them, neither animal would accept the fact that the other was not going to back down.  I’m pretty sure that I’ve witnessed that fight more times than I’d like to admit, and I’m the one who was ignoring that voice screaming at me to let it go and back away before I or someone I love gets hurt.  Side note here – it has been 4 weeks, and so far so good for Rosie.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve had to remove a Facebook post or apologize for something said when I should have just smiled and moved on.  I blame my father.  That’s not to say that he did anything wrong or taught me to be disrespectful.  On the contrary, he taught me to stand up for myself and for what I believe.  Sometimes, I just go a little too far in espousing my beliefs or convictions (he tried to teach me when to let go, too, but I didn’t learn that lesson).  For the most part, I’m pretty good at letting things slide, but when it comes to my family, oh my, I’m much more like that raccoon than I like to admit.  Isn’t there an old saying about coming between a mother bear and her cubs?  Mother bear could take lessons from me, and to be honest, that’s not something I’m proud of.

So I’m trying my best to sit back and let things go for the next 40 days or so.  If I’m lucky, my Lenten practice will become my norm.  On the other hand, I might end up with a lot of pent up arguments that will be bursting to be set free.  I think it’s going to be a long 40 days….

Amy Schisler is an award winning author of both children’s books and novels for readers of all ages.  She lives with her husband and three daughters on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Her latest book, Picture Me, is the recipient of an Illumination Award, placing it among the top three eBooks of 2015. Her next book, Whispering Vines, is due out in the summer of 2016.

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Amy’s books:

Crabbing With Granddad (2013)

A Place to Call Home (2014)

Picture Me (2015)