In
a previous post, I mentioned having some trouble with family members that did
not have my best interests at heart. Although
I’ve moved on from them, one thing I heard mentioned in the last 15 months of
drama was that I’m not a good person, and terribly selfish. I’m the “black
sheep” of the family, apparently.
Selfish:(Adjective): Concerned excessively or exclusively with
oneself. Seeking or concentrating on one's own advantage, pleasure, or
well-being without regard for others. Arising from concern with one's own
welfare or advantage in disregard of others <a selfish act>.
And
so I sat here, at my computer, for an hour. Typing and erasing. Wondering if
that’s true. And coming to the realization that no, it's not.
We all have our need for “me” time, and sometimes that’s
disconnecting from all social media (which I’ve done), or taking a Yoga class.
Sometimes it’s taking yourself away for a weekend to re-balance.
I
think we all often peg ourselves as selfless, but I wonder if those who
consider themselves beyond altruistic really understand what that means. Being
charitable and giving your money away doesn’t make you any less selfish if you’re
only about yourself on a regular basis.
My
immediate family has always been a charitable bunch, with our hearts, our time,
and sometimes in a monetary manner. My Mom was always available to help a
friend, be it by listening to someone talk out their troubles, or by stocking a
fridge when a friend was on their way home from an extended trip. It was a
never a question. It’s just who she was. She was like the best concierge ever
at Hotel Friendship. In more news, my goodness was that corny.
Dad
is the same way, if not more. He is selfless beyond what’s necessary, and
sometimes is so helpful with labourious tasks that he exhausts himself. This drives
me nuts, and I shake my fist at him often. I don’t like when he’s not feeling
well because he wanted to help, but that’s just the wonderful human he is. When
a gift to friends and family is required, it is often a donation in their name
to my mother’s Cancer research fund at the Jewish General Hospital in Montreal,
the Judi Miller Fund. If my Dad only had $5.00, and needed to get someone a
gift, he would donate it. Most of us would take that $5.00 and buy a latte at a
fancy coffee shop, myself included.
My
brother and I learned early on that giving is more important than receiving. My
Mom stressed that notion to us often. In our thirties, we both try to help
people where we can, when we can. Sometimes giving can take a turn for the
worse, and my Dad is often on my case because I’ve been known to befriend
people because I think I can help them, only to learn that it’s not my job to
help those that are trouble unto themselves. I have learned from my Dad that although I can
certainly help with sailing tips, the boat and the wind are someone else’s to
master.
I’ve
only volunteered once in my life, and I think that will be a 2013 goal to
rectify. I can do more, and time is something I can definitely give. And though I haven’t donated tons of
money, I’ve given of myself in other ways: In 2003 and 2007, I cut off my
ponytail and donated it to those going through chemo so that they might have
wigs made. Short hair on a redhead with curls is not a good look, I can assure
you. I looked like Little Orphan Annie.
Both donation moments were shared with a tremendously
close friend, B, who chopped my locks both times, and then let me cry and
hugged me at the meaning of it all. She’s the good egg who shaved my Mom’s head
in our kitchen, when the chemo began to take its toll. My Mom asked her for help, and B didn't even hesitate. She even asked my Mom if she needed a moment to reflect and take a deep breath before she turned on the electric razor. You don't find hearts like that very often.
In
2008, I participated in the Weekend to End Women’s Cancers, and walked 60km in
the cold rain in my Mom’s memory, raising money for the cause. It was the most intense thing I've ever done, and something everyone should try once. Just to be part of something so meaningful and amazing.
Since I lost my Mom, people recommend me to friends who have suffered familial loss as someone who
has gone through the same trauma, and who is a very good and empathetic
listener. I try to be that person every day. Some days aren’t so easy, and
sometimes the shoulder I lend is abused, but I do try to be available when
friends or “friends of friends” need to talk, no matter the situation. And although I write this blog
for myself, I know that it serves a purpose for the bereaved in the Hope and
Cope group at the Jewish General Hospital.
This
week I’m hosting a swap party in my home, where my girlfriends and I can swap
clothing and accessories without spending a cent. Anything leftover is being
donated to Goodwill or Dress for Success,
which if you haven’t heard of please click the link. It’s such an awesome
cause, and one my Mom for sure would have supported.
If
you’re reading this and saying “She’s trying to prove something!” I can assure
you I’m not. I have a hard enough time remembering to drink enough water daily,
so trust that my motivation is communication only.
What
I’m trying to say is that there are ways of being charitable and selfless that
don’t require your money, just your heart. Maybe one person will read this and be
energized into doing something small, something amazing.
If
you’re lacking inspiration, I’ve got some to offer:
My
11 year old cousin just chopped off a foot of pretty blonde hair, and donated
it to a charity that helps children with Cancer get wigs made with real hair. Although
she’s only 11, she has been touched by Cancer three times already. She lost her
Grandpa (my Dad’s brother) and two beloved aunties, one of which was my Mom.
That’s a lot of loss for one kid, for anyone really. She’s so young, and yet
she has taken her sadness and allowed it to motivate her to do good things for
others. Maybe her Mom will let her read this one post, because I don’t think I
have ever been prouder of anyone in my whole life. Tea, you’re a very special
little lady. And you’re my favorite, but don’t tell anyone. *wink*
We
can all do something small, even if it is just giving an unsolicited cup of coffee to
a stressed out colleague.
Let’s
all mirror the heart of a 6th grader today.
Do
something good.