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rosesIf you’re of a certain gender it’s possible you apologize out of habit. You know, just in case. Maybe it’s a social salve, maybe it’s a verbal tic. Whatever it is, stop it! Don’t apologize when you haven’t done anything wrong. It’s distracting.

I’m sorry to say (really, I am) that I used to do it. Katie pointed it out, I thanked her for noticing, and I fixed it. You can ask her. I don’t even apologize when I apologize accidentally.

Of anything Kate brags to her friends about, this almost always makes the list. It makes her feel good that I’m so open to her polishing.

In case you’re wondering how I broke the habit, I inserted a few seconds of silence before speaking. Can you imagine how much that’s helped in general? “Think before you speak,” as the saying goes. Insert three seconds of silence before you say the next thing. You might find, as I have, nothing bad happens for having done that!

Babies aren’t deceptive. They don’t have ulterior motives. They’re babies.

So says Dr. Darcia Narvaez, pyschology professor at the University of Notre Dame. She suggests you ignore the advice to let your baby “cry it out.”

If you don’t respond to your baby’s cries, Darcia says, you’re teaching her to give up hope. Is that what you want? Do you want her to give up trying to get through to you, to stop trusting herself that what she needs is okay? Does that sound like the blueprint for anything good?

Many years ago I happened to catch a Mad About You episode about this, and it broke my heart.

I don’t know how much time you spend worrying about what might go wrong -- but if you’re anything like me, it’s not…zero.

The other day I realized there’s no law that says you have to fret about the worst possible scenario. If you’re going to waste time, why not waste it in a way that leaves you in a better mood?

Why not worry about how to find the right person to help you manage your millions, find the right gown for the gala, or keep the seven-acre lawn on your estate manicured if having a seven-acre lawn and an estate is your thing?

I don’t know if it’ll help. But I’m pretty sure it won’t hurt!

When Katie was four she wanted two treats at the grocery store, but we’d made a deal. One treat. She started crying.

“Please, Mom, please?”

I wanted to give her both. I wanted to so badly! It’s been almost eighteen years, and I still get this pain in my chest just thinking about it. But you know how it goes. Give in, and two treats become three and then four -- and pretty soon you’re filling care packages (once a month!) to send your college kid with more presents than some people get on their birthdays.

Okay, fine. But for a while, when Katie was little, I showed enough restraint to show her how to deal with constraints.

She got one treat that day. I let her cry, I hugged her, and I agreed with how unfair life can feel sometimes.

It was good practice. Not so much for her, but for me. I learned that watching someone hurt will always be part of the deal. It’s more difficult now that Katie’s in college, because I can’t always give her a hug the same day something bad -- or at least, disappointing -- happens.

But before I can register that, she swoops in with reassurance that (1) it’s great practice for handling the next disappointment, and (2) she hasn’t forgotten it’s against the backdrop of an amazing life.

I don’t know where people get the idea they raise children. Darrell and I kept Katie fed and changed and played with those first couple of years. But ever since, it seems, she’s been showing us how it’s done.

AM 1100Someone who was a guest on the talk show recently asked how long it took me not to hate the sound of my own voice. I smiled at the assumption, because everyone I’ve ever talked with about this has shared it.

I’ve always loved the sound of my voice. I remember the first time I heard it on tape, and I was enchanted.

It isn’t that I’ve taken that as license to talk a lot, not at all. To the contrary. The more talking I do professionally the less relaxing it feels to do recreationally. Need proof? Darrell, who rarely gets a break from me unless the lawn needs attention, is often after me to talk more. So there’s that.

It’s easy to find fault with yourself. But if there’s something you love about yourself, there’s a better-than-good chance someone else will love it, too.

Start there.

It seems like it would be the easiest thing in the world, to have a conversation. But anyone who’s had one go awry can attest otherwise.

What do you say, for example, when someone is upset? I heard this suggestion once, and it’s a dandy. Offer something like, “You seem so sad. Whatever happened must have really hurt.” Then listen. Keep listening. And don’t stop listening until you’re invited to speak.

Don’t interrupt. Don’t jump to conclusions. Listen.

Funny thing about listening. You might learn something! Bonus feature? If you don’t make a mess, metaphorically speaking, you won’t have a mess to clean up.

When you look back on your life, how will you feel? Will you be exhilarated as the roller coaster ends? Will you be thinking about what a wild, wonderful ride it was -- or will you have a list of excuses for why that never happened?

I’m with Barbara Winter on this. It’s one or the other.

When I was in college I kept a poster on the wall of my closet. It was filled with suggestions for how to be happy. I think it’s funny I kept it in my closet. No sense broadcasting the fact I spent even a few dollars for a poster like that! All these many years later I remember exactly one suggestion: “Get your hair cut. You’ll love it in two weeks.”

It rang true at the time, and it rings more true every time I get a trim. If I’m going to make the time and the money worth it, after all, I’ll get more than a fraction of an inch cut. The shorter the better, depending. Which means I’ll walk out of the place feeling not like myself. The change is too sudden. It takes a couple of weeks to grow into the cut. So to speak.

The reverse, I’ve found, is also true.

The slower the build to whatever success you have, the less fragile it feels.

Sudden changes are thrilling, but they’re also disorienting. There’s a lot to be said for gradual but steady progress. Bonus feature? You’ll give yourself and those you love time to get acclimated to the new you.