This re-post is dedicated to a group of women who, on those days where I feel as though Ive been thrust into the Ringmaster role, rush to remind me it isn’t my circus.
(this is her monkey)
I know this is a crazy week for many of us USA types.
It seems we are all a bit frantic.
Others are trolling the aisles at Target clutching school issued lists and snatching up supplies.
For that very reason I shall keep this brief.
As terse as I can while still sharing the MONKEY MOMENT the Tornado and I had last week.
I love nine year old girls.
Nine year old girls bring the fun, smart, and insightful to all they do.
Nine year old girls (like their 46 year old counterparts) also bring the drama.
ambling to camp. morning popsicle in tow.
The Child started a new camp last week.
The Child loves the camp.
The Child is seeing how the camp —crammed with swimming, sugar, silliness and sun —exhausts them quickly and can spark conflict over seemingly small stuffs.
For the first few days she returned home from camp with tales of nonsensical spats with other girls.
Disagreements which even she, as she relayed the stories, realized weren’t as catastrophic as they seemed in the overtired, overheated moment.
I knew it was time.
I’d hesitated to share my special six word solution mainly because I was all too aware of the semi-snark, sorta-sarcastic nature behind the words.
I knew it was time.
I stopped her mid-explanation of yet another scenario where she was sucked into a girl-spat (something about water slides & line cutting) and shared six words.
Six words which shifted my perspective on idiocy & idiotic bickering the very first time I heard them:
At first she laughed.
At first she didn’t get it.
And then I explained.
- We talked about the power of humor to diffuse situations.
- We laughed at the mental image of a circus filled with monkeys.
- We discussed if it isn’t your monkey and it’s not from your circus—it is DEFINITELY not your problem.
- We rehearsed ways to employ the phrase in situations where it would not result in hurt feelings.
(these ARE our monkeys)
I know I’m biased (I think there’s nothing funnier than a 9 year old practicing a Polish proverb), yet there’s one thing I also know to be a truth:
Absolutely nothing conveys the not my problem sentiment better than a nice, firm:
Not my circus, not my monkeys.
And today we bestow that sentiment to you.
The child & I are confident you shall enjoy.