Wait, Is The Sky Falling?

October 3, 2011 by Michelle

They say that children always know when something’s wrong, but … I didn’t. I was one of the kids who was constantly surprised when something bad happened. I was sheltered throughout my childhood, or perhaps I was just oblivious, whether by choice or not. There’s also the potential that my mom was a teensy tiny bit dramatic and worried about everything so I simply became inured to the drama and ignored the real drama.

By the time I was in college, I just laughed. My freshman year in college, my mom called me as she arrived home from Parent Weekend. “Michelle, are you sitting down? I have some bad news for you,” she intoned seriously.

Silly me, I sat on my bed, awaiting the bad news although honestly without much sense of dread.

My mom took a deep breath. “My car. Is in the pond. It rolled into the pond, and it’s going to be totaled.”

I blinked. “Ok. Were you in it when it happened? Did anyone get hurt?” I began my inquiry.

No. No, no one was in it. I had parked the car in the garage and gotten my suitcases out before closing the trunk. I went inside and closed the garage door. When your sister opened the house door, she asked why I hadn’t parked in the garage. It wasn’t until I turned around then that I realized the car wasn’t in the garage anymore! She was almost starting to wail at this point.

I managed to calm her down, ascertaining that the only damage to anything was her pride. And the car that had somehow mysteriously rolled from our garage, down the driveway, and into the pond in front of our house. Personally, I was grateful that the car – which needed the car left in first gear constantly eighteen years into its life, as the parking brake no longer functioned – had rolled into the pond instead of into the street where children might have been playing or a car might have been driving by. I was happy that the large weeping willow trees on one side of the pond were spared. And I was thrilled that as my mom had walked behind the car, it hadn’t started rolling then and knocked her down or worse.

I was inured to her drama by then. And looking back, I think I was inured to it at an early age, or I simply believed that life was always going to be good to me. Maybe it was just in my personality from the start to take things as they come and let them roll off my back. The day my mom packed my sister and I up and left my dad? Total surprise to me (they did get back together months later and are still together today – coming up on their fiftieth wedding anniversary actually). When my mom sat my sister down and told us my dad was in treatment for alcoholism (there’s a long story there, and some day I’ll have to share that one)? I shrugged and went on with my life, it was a surprise to me but everything would be fine in the end. I know it drove my mom nuts that my sister and I couldn’t figure out where she was leading my sister and I with her questions as she tried to tell us where my dad was, but nothing seemed wrong to me at that time or before then.

In a way, I think my ability to roll with the punches as they come and not focus on the bad that may or may not be coming down the pike serves me well. I don’t dwell on what might happen. I don’t worry about what’s to come. And I don’t get nervous or butterflies in my stomach – because it’s all going to be ok in the end. On the other hand, there are events in my life that completely blindside me because not only am I not looking for the signs of bad things, I appear to have an ability to ignore some of them.

Looking around at how some people I know live their lives – always looking for trouble and waiting for the other shoe to drop – I think I’m ok being the oddball child and, to a lesser degree now, adult who doesn’t sense that something is wrong and is just waiting for it to come. In what camp do you fall?

In the interest of full disclosure, I received a copy of the book “Carry Yourself Back To Me” as part of the From Left to Write book club for purposes of facilitating our discussion. As part of this book club, we write posts inspired by the book, as opposed to traditional book reviews. I received no compensation, and all opinions are my own, as always.

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  • Colleen - Mommy Always Wins


    I think the ability to “roll with the punches” and not worry about what will or will not be is a really valuable trait to have. I'll be totally honest and tell you that just recently in my life I've had to learn to let go of what MIGHT or MIGHT NOT happen…and its been really hard for me!

  • Lisa Hanneman


    I never think anything is that big of a deal, either. But, I am married to someone who grew up in a household where every piece of news that isn't laced with sunshine is received with a gasp and a dramatic head shaking. It's exhausting…. And the reason for 99% of our arguments. I just hope our boys don't learn that same behavior. The extra layer of stress/negativity it adds to life sucks for everyone.

  • Raevyn


    I'm pretty sensitive and aware of what's going on around me, but I think that the fact that my mother and grandmother were very sensible and non-dramatic, and tended to downplay drama when it was presented has caused me to either downplay or avoid it when possible. I have a tendency to expect people to suck it up and move on, instead of dwelling on the drama and being negative all the time. Life is hard. Maybe not all the time for everyone, but everyone has some hardships, sometime, whether they show them or not.
    I firmly believe that negativity draws in more negativity, and it does nothing except make people miserable. Truly graceful living is the ability to roll with the punches and keep going, despite whatever negativity is being thrown at you.

  • ConnieFoggles


    I wish I had your composure. Unfortunately I'm prone to panic at the drop of a hat. And any type of change takes a long time for me to adjust to. Good on you. I bet that you'll be the one that your friends and family can turn to in times of need.

  • Deborah Reed


    Thanks for sharing this story with us! It reminds me of the saying about how worrying is a misuse of our imagination. You really seem to have the healthier and more productive outlook on life than most. We all know that the majority of what we worry about never happens, and even when it does, well, it is what it is and simply needs to be dealt with, and generally is no where near as bad as we imagined.
    One reason I enjoy writing fiction is so I can allow my imagination to run wild with worry and worst case scenarios, and then in the end I can make sense of it all, wrap it up in any way that satisfies me, and move on!
    Thanks so much for reading the novel and for sharing your family and personal story with us.
    All best,
    Deborah

  • Pat


    I'm the opposite of you with regard to worry…I tend to imagine the worst whenever I hear the slightest bit of bad news. I'm still learning to give my anxieties up to God and let him deal with them instead of freaking out about every little thing.

  • tiarastantrums


    I so wish I had this trait – I USED too – really (probably from seeing so much senseless drama from my own mom) – but being married to a glass is half full type of guy and having children have made me neurotic! But only neurotic about my kids – other things I could care less about!

  • Amy B.


    I'm pretty stoic. I was raised by no-nonsense parents, and I saw a lot of real drama when I was younger, so all the relatively minor stuff that people get dramatic over doesn't phase me. And I pretty much like it that way. However, I think it makes me be not sympathetic enough. When friends are having a rough time, I tend to think “Oh get over it and quit whining already.” It's one of my more unattractive qualities.

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