#71: Three Things that got me thinking
đŻaiming low + đgetting to know our child + đ©sphincter bootcamp
Hello smart reader,
Here are Three Things that got me thinking about intrinsic motivation this week:
Living our lowest potential well
Parenting the child we have
Potty control
Before I go into them, I want to remind you that I published a Q&A with motivation researcher Ayelet Fishbach last week, and itâs rich with practical advice to help you set and reach goals that matter to you. Read it here:
1. Back to basics
Warning: This idea is a fourth-hand summary (from mystic author Caroline Myss1> through comedian/podcaster Jacqueline Novak2 > through newsletter writer Hayley Nahman > through me > to you).
Hereâs the gist: How about trying to live our lowest potential well instead of aiming for the stars?
Many people attending Myssâs workshops tell her âthey want âgreat big hugeâ, but they canât even function at their lowest potential,â Novak says. As Nahman writes:
âThey like, canât get out of bed, they canât command their spirit to forgive their friend,â yet theyâre fixated on reaching their highest potential. Jacqueline explains that, in her own life, she typically aims for the âthe biggest, most-upstream essential thingâ and works backwards from there, but wonders if instead she ought to try living her lowest potential well. âLike, literally get my shit together around, you know, my laundry3,â she says. âIâm always dismissing the small, and then I find myself absolutely crushed by mess.â
This is what this looks like in Nahmanâs life:
For me aiming low means getting into a rhythm with my apartment, maintaining relationships with my friends, my family, my neighbors, going outside, trying new things, hitting my deadlines. Even my more spiritual aims are fairly mundane [âŠ]. None of them are overtly ambitious or particularly âshareable.â But they change everything.
This reminded me of the late Richard N. Bolles's take on our capital-M Mission(s) in life in his classic job-hunting manual What Color Is Your Parachute?
In the epilogue (which I only skimmed when I first got the book in 2005, because I thought it only relevant for religious readers), Bolles writes about a step-by-step, universal Mission as a necessary path towards the other Mission that is uniquely ours.
⊠so many times you will see people wringing their hands and saying, âI want to know what my Mission in life is,â all the while they are cutting people off on the highway, refusing to give time to people, punishing their mate for having hurt their feelings, lying about what they did. [âŠ] For these people wringing their hands, their Mission was right there, on the freeway, in the interruption, in the hurt, and at the confrontation.
2. Children teach us who they are
This essay on parenting the child we haveânot the one we were, or the one weâd like to haveâaptly describes something both obvious and hard to grasp: that each child is a âwhole and new personâ. A person who may not give a flying hoot about the things we value, or even the things (we think) they are great at.
How relatable is this litany of things that the author, parenting coach Robin Einzig, wanted for her daughter over the yearsâlike wishing she were more sociable (âFor her, mind you. Not for us. For her. Or so we tell ourselvesâ); or urging her to share her singing talent with the rest of the world:
You should join a chorus. Or an a capella group. How about the talent show?Â
You know, college admissions officers really want to see you doing some powerful volunteer work. Being on a sports team is an important way to learn to work with others.Â
Iâve sure heard similar comments from adults while growing up, or uttered them myself. Maybe they werenât addressed to a child, but to a student or mentee. Or even to ourselves: âIâm doing this [thing that bores me] because itâs great for my CV.â
There are things we can expect of [our children]. And we can work on those things. And there are things they cannot do and will not do and ways they simply âare not.â Our attempts to change them into the children we imagine or create the family âsceneâ that we imagine is a perfect recipe for maximum frustration and exhaustion.
3. Potty torments
We donât have a word in French (or Spanish) for âpotty trainingâ4 (or âsleep trainingâ for that matter). We call it, I guess, learning to use the toilet? That might be one of the reasons why much âpotty trainingâ advice feels fraught to me: itâs not bootcamp; itâs a learning process.
Hereâs what psychologist Becky Kennedyâa.k.a. Instagram parenting rising star Dr Beckyâwrote in her 23 June newsletter, titled âWe Are Raising Humans, Not Training Animalsâ5:
The potty process is one of the first times kids learn whether they are in charge of their own bodies. [âŠ]
If our approach is based on control and coercion, we may have short-term potty success if our kids are approval-seeking⊠or short-term disaster if our kids are strong-minded. But either way, weâve kind of missed the point of this important developmental achievement.Â
My skeptic alarm bells went off after a brief look at Myss's website (where she describes her interest âin the nature of grace, the consciousness of the soul and the mystical phenomenon of healing that transcends reasonâ). But I find her âlowest potentialâ comment compelling, and you, smart reader, understand that this mention does not amount to an endorsement of her work.
Living my lowest potential well would certainly include handling clothes wellâabolishing that laundry basket limbo; generous hand-me-downs culled and sorted by size and season; clothes getting the thread-and-needle care they need instead of feeding a growing mending pile.
Itâs not like francophones are super laissez-faire about toddler poop! We have a specific word to describe a toddler who stopped using nappies: âcleanâ. (As in: âif your 3-year-old isn't clean she cannot enrol in preschool.â)




> "⊠so many times you will see people wringing their hands and saying, âI want to know what my Mission in life is,â all the while they are cutting people off on the highway, refusing to give time to people, punishing their mate for having hurt their feelings, lying about what they did. [âŠ] For these people wringing their hands, their Mission was right there, on the freeway, in the interruption, in the hurt, and at the confrontation."
Oh boy, did this make me smile!!
These are some fascinating resources. Thanks for sharing Tania