Live Real. Eat Real.

Just A Little Bit

This week’s Spin Cycle is all about respect.  I’ve been mulling it over all week and, to be perfectly honest, have had a hard time deciding what angle I was going to attack this from.  And now here it is, Friday, and I’m still pretty clueless.  This has not been helped by the sleepless night I just spent (eff you, menopause-induced insomnia), so you’ll have to forgive me if this post, well, rambles a bit.

I don’t think about respect as much as I did when I was younger, probably because I respect the people that matter and know they respect me – people that don’t respect me don’t matter, those that don’t matter probably don’t respect me, and I really don’t give a big hairy rat’s patootie.

It took me a long time to get to this point, probably because it took me a long time to learn to respect myself – and, like love, you can’t expect it from someone else unless you first learn to give it to yourself.   I think a lot of us feel like loving and respecting ourselves is just too narcissistic, when it’s really necessary.  After all, if you can’t give yourself the love and respect you’re due, how can you give it to anyone else?  To say nothing of expecting it from others – it’s simply hard to respect someone who has no self-respect.  I used to wonder if my first marriage would have been different if I’d had the self-respect I gained in the years following my divorce, but hindsight coupled with maturity is a both a blessing and a curse – it took me years to realize the answer to that was “probably not” simply because he had so little self-respect.  Nor would he believe me if I told him that I hope he’s found that self-respect…but I really do.

I’ve also found that as I grow older my definition of respect has matured.  When I was younger the respect I wanted from others (as well as that I gave myself) was very intertwined with my desire of approval, something I wanted desperately.  Now, I don’t give a shit if you approve of me or not; I have my reasons for doing the things I do and you don’t have to agree with the actions or the reasons, but I’d like you to respect them.  I respect yours, even when I don’t agree with you.

The focus of my respect has also shifted somewhat in recent years as well.  Like far too many young women, I had little respect for my body – I spent a lot of time abusing it, mostly trying to achieve some sort of silly, socially idealized beauty which, for me, was simply out of reach.  These days I have a much more healthy respect for it, and it has little to do with my looks.  Once you enter your forties, the realization that your entire life is no longer stretching out in front of you sets in – very likely half of it is behind you.  I no longer worry unduly about how I look, but I do care very much about living the rest of my life as a healthy, happy, independent human being.

The scope of my respect has broadened as I’ve matured, as well.  Like a lot of poor, struggling people – especially poor, struggling single parents – I used to have little respect for my environment; at least I didn’t think about it much.  When you’re living paycheck to paycheck and wondering if you’ll be able to pay the rent and the daycare and buy clothes for your kids and still put food on the table, you don’t think much about where the shelter and the clothing and the food come from.  All you care about is obtaining them.  These days I’m fortunate to be secure enough to be able to think about the source of the necessities of life and mature enough to care about how the acquisition of them affects not just me, but those who come after me as well as those around me.

See?  Told you – rambling.  And I’m afraid I’m having trouble respecting my dying ovaries right now.  I know, it could be worse – the rest of me could be going along for the ride.  I sure would respect a good night’s sleep, though.


15 comments

Rambling but worth it. Respect is very hard to come by especially when you’re the one not allowing yourself to have it. Very well said.
You’re linked!

BE says:

I certainly respect that!

Anne Gibert says:

I found this essay readable and organized. If you do this well when you write off the top of your head, you must be a real wonder when you actually try.

Respect is a difficult subject, and I would have trouble figuring out exactly what it is. Now, after reading this, I begin to understand it a little better.

I hope you get some sleep. Could you take an ambien? That’s what I would do.

Erin says:

I like how you’ve put this in the context of middle age. As I get older I find that the term respect applies to behaviors more than people. I like this part: “Now, I don’t give a shit if you approve of me or not; I have my reasons for doing the things I do and you don’t have to agree with the actions or the reasons, but I’d like you to respect them. I respect yours, even when I don’t agree with you.”
Very wise. :-)

I haven’t gotten a minute of sleep either … it makes functioning next to impossible. I did, however, really like this post and I was able to follow every word of it even in my exhausted stupor! : )

Carol says:

I’ve found that a lot of things take on different meanings as we get older. You’ve summed it up very well – and isn’t it lovely to be at the point in life where respecting yourself and your choices is more important that the approval of others?

Michele says:

I was in the same place long ago. It took me forever to learn to respect myself and have only just learned to respect my ovaries. Since, they left town I guess it is not so much that I respect them as ignore them.

BE says:

But seriously for a minute.

I know you feel this is a disjointed post and I know how tired you are, but I think this is probably one of your best posts. Yet, I can see that some people will read this and ask themselves “What does this have to do with R.E.S.P.E.C.T. anyhow?

A lot of what you are talking about is the Hierarchy of Needs. Philosophers & religion aside, this is a basic question for each of us. What would you do for the right price, and more importantly what would you never do at any price.
But maybe even better, you nailed how the priority of needs changes as we grow (age). It has changed a lot, but we are probably going to look back someday and say that even at our ripe old age we still didn’t get it.

I can’t wait to grow with you and hear you say, “I told you so!”

Lori says:

You are spot on with all of this. We cannot love and respect others if we don’t do these for ourselves first. The whole idea of not being able to give away what we don’t have is so true. What I respect most about you is your realness, your honesty and that you have been willing to learn from your past. You are an amazing woman Jan. I know Beloved and your kids all know this. Yes, my hormonal self would totally respect a whole night of sleep too. Hope you and yours have a wonderful weekend! XX

Jason says:

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much I respect people who aren’t afraid of good, hard work. At the same time, I’ve grown to feel feelings of contempt for the lazy. I’m trying to work on that.

BE says:

Why worry about feeling contempt for those that don’t want to help themselves while expecting others to give a rat’s ass?

I am so glad I had the opportunity to read this today. Really great advice.

Love this post….being in my 40′s I’m learning respect is an entirely new animal from what I thought it was in my 20′s or even 30′s. And also, I’m becoming very picky about who I give my respect to !

Mrsbear says:

Rambling your way around the topic had the nice side effect of hitting quite a few key points. Loving and respecting ourselves is so integral to our well-being. Our tendency sometimes is to look outward for validation when it should be the other way around.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

 





From the blog

  • The Ninja Turtle Cake

    Well, you had to have known there was a party and a cake in my future after Friday’s post. The G Man is all …


  • Cowabunga, Dude

    A certain young man in my life is 5 years old today! We’re having a wonderful party at the park tomorrow, and guess what …


  • Green Bean and Tomato Salad

    I bemoaned on Facebook this morning that, “I will be SO glad when school is back in session so I can eat like an …




Archives