And So It Begins…

High school.

How did we get here so fast?

Parent orientation …. sigh.

Feeling all of the feels.

A little bit of yay us!

A big ole batch of tears (keeping those contained).

And a overwhelming amount of holy shit.

The beginning of the end.

Or at least the beginning of the end of this chapter.

Please fasten your seat belts kids. Remain seated with arms, hands, legs and feet inside the vehicle at all times.

Enjoy the ride!

When’s the last time you mewled? [Spy School Series Review]

Because I still read to two of my kids every night, and we’re way past Goodnight, Goodnight Constuction Site, it can sometimes be a challenge to find a quality book that is worth a read aloud but that isn’t something they might prefer to read on their own.

We have several gems in our history that I’ll share in a soon-to-be-created-and-will-forever-be-growing list.

For now, Spy School.

We discovered this amazing book series when the littlest fella plucked it off the shelf on a whim and begged to read it. Before we made it through the first chapter, it was obvious that this is too far above his level.

Because the vocabulary words are …


Dreamy.  For dorky girls who like big words anyway.

They had me with mewled.

Mewled.

In a book for kids!

Ahhhhhhh.

While the story is also fairly complex for a younger audience to follow, these are fantastic for a 4th grader.

And for the mom reading it too.

Ripley. Ben Ripley. He’s a young, nerdy, wanna-be but yet is lacking-in-mostly-all-necessary-skills James Bond.

There’s action. And intrigue. A twerpy evil nemesis that you just want to hug.

There’s even a cute little love story.

Full disclosure: If you don’t dig the occasional borderline curse word, then these books aren’t likely the best choice. My kids go to public school so, ya know. It’s out there.

One of the best parts about this series is that there are 4 dense books.

Cha-Ching!

Gold mine.

We found ours at the library, but everybody’s favorite online book retailer has them too.

You can thank me in the comments 😉

Small Victories

It started with a small bowl of potato chips.

But it quickly became a knock down drag it out with the teenager.

Of course, as with everything else in life with a teenager, it was about so much more than that. And so much less.

The boy was unyielding. Relentless in his defiance, defending and excuses.

He was utterly disrespectful and bordering on rude. Henry talked to him. I talked to him.

The boy didn’t budge.

We even went to bed frustrated and without any pleasantries. It was truly one of those fine mom moments.

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And then this morning, like a miracle, he got up and I happened to be in the laundry room right outside his door. Without hesitation, he came and gave me a hug, apologized for being so terrible, and told me he loves me.

Say what?!?

Let me restate that – he apologized for being terrible. And he gave me a hug!

This from the child who, in the course of his life, has rarely apologized for anything. Ever.

And unsolicited displays of affection? Let me reiterate that he is a teenager. And a he.

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We are not the worst parents ever. (Yet.)

Maybe we are doing something right.

I won’t get ahead of myself, but it is nice to know that as he seemingly grows inches every day, his voice continues to sound more goose-like and less little-boy-like, and the hair on his face thickens, he is maturing in other ways too.

And maybe, just maybe we’re doing something right.

There is hope for us all yet.

Phew!

I think I’ll reward myself with a bowl of potato chips 🙂

Review: Delivering Happiness

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Full disclosure: I only picked up this book because it was recommended as part of the Happiness Engineer job description.

The first time I checked it out of the library, I might have read 20 pages, and then it sat on my nightstand for weeks. I returned it.

But I really, really want to be a Happiness Engineer. Like a lot. So, I went back to the library and checked it out again, determined to slog my way through it.

I did not expect to enjoy it. At all. Imagine my surprise when I had difficulty putting it down. And then again, as I got deeper into its pages, when it actually began to resonate.

It is a rarity that I get so much affirmation from an organizational, kumbaya, this-is-how-you/we-can-make-the-world-a-better-place-together book. I expected this to be the same. I was so wrong.

I love a book that fills you with joy and hope. This book does that. But only if you’re open to its message.

I loved the unique voice with which he tells the story – in his own words with very little editing. Ordinarily, the grammar mistakes would drive me crazy, but the method by which he tells the story makes it easy (mostly) to overlook those minor flaws.

The first part is mostly autobiographical, in which Tony Hsieh shares several anecdotal stories about the various entrepreneurial enterprises from his early days, both successes and failures. Not only did it make me feel like I had somehow misspent my youth, but also that I have been woefully inadequate in realizing my full potential as a human being. Just slacking.

He covers his early internet success story and goes into great detail of his own (potentially) downward spiral. Lots of parties in grand style. Almost falling trap to the lackadaisical lifestyle to which so many young and rich become victim.

But alas. Hsieh is not one of them.

Because he essentially devoted himself to the fledgling online shoe sales company in which he had invested some capital. Even knowing the outcome (spoiler alert! Zappos makes it), there is some real suspense in those early days and challenges; despite myself, I was actually rooting for them to succeed.

Save your judgement. At least until after you’ve read it.

I enjoyed reading how his focus, and thereby the organization’s, evolved from one that was profit-driven to one that became not only customer-focused but also company-focused. In my experience, lots of corporations love mission statements and employee empowerment and whatever other hot, buzzwords happen to be en vogue. Once you pass the training and introduction phase, however, you rarely hear about it again.

Zappos steps out of that “corporate mold” and really makes it happen. Culture and values. And amen.

And it makes you want to work there. I actually thought about what it would be like to live in Las Vegas.

For a nanosecond.

Their Core Values (page 154):

  1. Deliver WOW through service.
  2. Embrace and drive change.
  3. Create fun and a little weirdness.
  4. Be adventurous, creative, and open-minded.
  5. Pursue growth and learning.
  6. Build open and honest relationships with communication.
  7. Build a positive team and family spirit.
  8. Do more with less.
  9. Be passionate and determined.
  10. Be humble.

And on page 160:

Our core values should always be the framework from which we make all of our decisions…Make at least one improvement every week that makes Zappos better to reflect our core values. The improvements don’t have to be dramatic–it can be as simple as adding in an extra sentence or two to a form to make it more fun, for example. But if every employee made just one small improvement every week to better reflect our core values, then by the end of this year we will have over 50,000 small changes that collectively will be a very dramatic improvement compared to where we are today.

Can more companies do this? Please?

Better yet. Can more humans?

At the end of the book, Hsieh shifts the focus from Zappos to its people, all people really, and happiness. This was far and away my favorite part.

Page 164:

Think about what it means to improve just 1% per day and build upon that every single day. Doing so has a dramatic effect and will make us 37x better, not 365% (3.65x) better, at the end of the year. Wake up every day and ask yourself not only what is the 1% improvement I can change to make Zappos better, but also what is the 1% improvement I can change to make myself better personally and professionally. In the end we, as Zappos, can’t grow unless we, as individuals, grow too.

I suspect most will gloss over or entirely skip the last chapter. Don’t fall victim to the temptation. It is the best chapter in the book.

There is an actual science of happiness. Who knew? But when I read this small snippet about it … holy wow! So. Much. Sense.

At the end of the day, though, I think it comes down to individuals. Personal growth. Personal happiness. It all starts there. No matter where you work. No matter what kind of company. Whether you work for someone else or for yourself.

We each are a piece to a greater puzzle: our families, our network of friends, our communities, and whatever organization or corporation for which we work.

And if we all start to find happiness in our decisions and our choices (and even the potentially undesirable sacrifices) that we make, then all of those puzzles become far more cohesive.

And hopefully the world in which all of your puzzles and my puzzles coexist becomes a far more gratifying place in which to live.

Kumbaya.