A friend of mine told me once “you can’t fix
everything.” These words still
ring in my ear like I am just hearing them today instead of 7 years ago. Maybe it is just me repeating it over
and over, like Rainman. I didn’t
sleep well last night thanks to the shock of how much it cost for my child to
play AAU basketball. My mind was
trying to decide where the money would come from in the midst of other things
that needed those funds, like our vehicles that seem to be forever running on
empty thanks to the fact that gas prices are going up as quickly as the numbers
on my scale. So I found myself
headed to the kitchen at 4 a.m. to work on the dishwasher that seems to be
dying a slow death. It was a
desperate moment. I needed to fix
something.
I always thought being a fixer meant I just wanted to help…
that I was just a good problem solver.
If I saw a problem between two people as maybe a misunderstanding or
just lack of good communication, I couldn’t help but want to offer up ways to
make it better. I remember talking
to a friend about his marriage one time and for every negative I would come
back with “well, at least she does this or that”. Trying to get him to look at the positive. In retrospect, he was right, she was/is
a crazy bitch. However, I just
wanted him to be happy. There was
a time I even sacrificed that friendship in the hope that would fix it… it
didn’t. I know now there was
nothing I could do to fix it, because although it wasn’t my problem to fix, I
was believed to be the problem, but when the problem is within a person, they
are the only ones who can fix it and the only person who can help them fix it
is God.
I came across an article: http://www.livestrong.com/article/14696-overcoming-the-need-to-fix/
and was surprised to realize how
much my need to fix seemed to be a need to control. I have always seen it as a desire for peace and happiness
for others. Not every point in the
article stepped on my toes, but a few did. Most importantly, the realizations were things that I had
already come to see. They were
lessons I had been learning since the day my friend told me “you can’t fix
everything.”
As I have gone full blast into my 40’s I have become proud
to look back and not see the mistakes I made, but what I learned… the
difference in me. I recently lost
all my photos (over 16,000) I had saved on my laptop. When I told my husband the next morning, he could not
believe that I had not had a come-apart and woke the whole house up with my
distress over it. He just stopped
and looked at me like who the heck are you, when I said “There’s nothing I can
do about it but try to fix it.
Getting upset isn’t going to change it.” I’m calm. My feathers don’t ruffle quite like
they use to. I think before I act
or speak… most of the time.
Sometimes I don’t even recognize myself! I still offer advice and “fixes” to my children on their
relationships and decisions. I
can’t help but give it to others too, when they ask and sometimes when they
don’t. But now I know, I can’t
fix it. All I can do is tell the
lessons I learned and let it fix itself, because by now I know, in time, it
always does.