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Expectations

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How many times can I be hit over the head by something obvious before it sinks in? One might hope being knocked out once would be enough. Not so much for some.

I try to live by the philosophy that to expect nothing means never being disappointed. Plans go awry, the weather won’t co-operate, machinery breaks down – the list is just about endless. In fact I’ve come to the conclusion that the only thing I can reasonably expect is that the sun will come up every morning. Let’s face it – if the sun doesn’t live up to its promise, none of this will likely matter anyway.

But it’s in the area of promises where I consistently fail: this is what I need to stop banging my head against. When someone says they’ll do something and then, for whatever reason, backs out (in my case it’s usually my ex with his promise to take the kids until work gets in the way) the results on the psyche and the blood pressure can be devastating.

I have made some progress, however, with my philosophy. I’ve learned not to expect anything of anyone unless they make a promise. While it may seem sad on the surface, if you really think about it, it’s obvious. To expect something of someone just because it’s what you would do is silly. We’re all different. Just because I would drive a friend to the airport simply because they are my friend and they are in need, doesn’t necessarily mean they would do the same for me. So if I count on it happening and end up missing my plane, do I blame them? No. I blame myself.

This thread of thought came up because twice now, in my life, I’ve been in a position where two of my friends were having a fight. I had no argument with either of them, so I decided to stay out of it both times. In both cases, however, one friend decided that I should have stuck up for them. It’s what they would have done. It’s what a friend would do, they both said. In my view however, if someone picks a fight, they’d better know what they’re getting into and know they can handle it themselves before they begin. It’s not my fault that they had the fight – I had nothing to do with it. If I get into the middle of someone else’s fistfight chances are I’ll be the one who’s hurt – why should an argument be any different? So I sat back, let the dust settle, and then in both cases one of the parties decided that if I was friends with the enemy I couldn’t be friends with them. They demanded I be on their side, or I couldn’t be their friend any more. Guess which friend I chose to stick with? Yes, in both cases it was the one who expected nothing from me but their continued friendship.

Just because I never expect anything of anyone, doesn’t mean that everyone around me is beyond hope. If I simply hope that they will do things for me, hope that they will be honest with me and respect me, then when they do I can be pleasantly surprised and if they don’t, well, I wasn’t hanging my own choices and responsibilities on them anyway.

Now all I have to do is learn to hope that my ex will live up to his end of the bargain and take the kids every other weekend, instead of expecting it. I have to stop hitting myself over the head.

I’m still learning.

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Author: Linda G. Hill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

19 thoughts on “Expectations

  1. Hiba's avatar

    Reblogged this on Bulbulay and commented:
    There ya go, people. Stop blaming me simply because I don’t live up to what you always hope…

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  2. navigator1965's avatar

    People should try to honour their commitments. In terms of friends, I’d say you made the right choice for the right reason. Twice.

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  3. joey's avatar

    I feel for you. In the early years of our marriage, I learned quickly that the biological mother was not going to come regularly, or on time, and certainly not when she said she would. A few broken plans for us, instead staying home to heal the wounded children. Shortly after such a trauma, I learned not to let her tell them she’d come. Surprises are fun: Mother not showing up is heart-wrenching to kids.
    One Friday night, she’d said she was keeping them for the weekend, but she brought them back at 11:30 instead. She was dismayed that we weren’t home until 2.
    Have I mentioned lately how nice it is that the older children have become adults? I truly enjoy them being adults. Now we only hear from the biological mother when we all conspire against the young people and their deluded plans, roughly two or three times a year. Peace is the best. I wish you peace!

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    • Linda G. Hill's avatar

      Thanks Joey. Yes, I’ve learned to only tell Alex that his dad is coming when his dad is practically on the doorstep. One of mine is an adult – the other two will likely never be independent. This situation isn’t likely to go away.

      Peace is the best. I think we make our own.

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      • joey's avatar

        I’ve never been good at making my own peace, but I sure do try!
        I’d overlooked your situation, hadn’t I? I’m sorry. Here’s hoping they will develop the kind of independence that does not require you to be a mediator.

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        • Linda G. Hill's avatar

          Ha! Mediator. Excellent word for what I am. Referee, even.

          No problem at all, Joey. I do appreciate where you’re coming from and that we all have different family dynamics. My adult child who has moved out and is finding his way in life by himself is my shining example that I’ve done something right in encouraging him to be his own person. The other two will always be my babies who I hope, but don’t expect, will one day be self-sufficient too. 😉

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  4. Paul Davis's avatar

    So you’re 15? That’s what I got from the maturity of the friend saying you had to be on their side or else. 😉 Too bad about the ex. Hang in there. You’re a brave and wonderful woman and mother, and some day your kids will see it. Maybe they already do. 🙂 If nothing else I see it. For whatever that’s worth 😛

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  5. chrisnelson61's avatar

    Another way to look at things is to always expect the unexpected – that way life is less likely to pull the rug from under your feet. Being English we have a strong tradition (or maybe it’s in the genes) of taking things on the chin and expecting the worst. Take sport, for example; we’re always just greatful to be involved – to win would be unthinkable! Great post, enjoyed reading!

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  6. IreneDesign2011's avatar

    I like your idea, Then you can only be positive surprised.
    Irene

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  7. First Night Design's avatar

    ‘Hope for everything. Expect nothing.’ Brian Keenan. I always try to remember this.

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