Why Ask Why?

Anyone who has been around young children for any amount of time knows their favorite question is “Why?”

On Tuesday, the boys and I went to the Epworth Food Truck Rodeo, which brought on a slew of whys: Why are we going to Epworth? Why do people live at Epworth? Why can’t we eat shaved ice before dinner? Why is Daddy parking cars? Why can’t he bring his cool orange vest and flashlight home for us?
Thankfully, all of those whys were relatively easy to explain, but not all why questions can be answered in a few words, and some can’t even be answered at all. As a nation and as a world, it seems like we’ve had an over-abundance of why questions lately.
Personally, I have a running list of why questions I’ll probably never get the answers to. It starts with some frustrations about childhood illness and infertility and ends with my utter confusion over the fame of the Kardashians.

There have been times in my life when I’ve gotten the answer to a why question I was probably better off not knowing. We think knowing the reasons will bring us comfort or clarity, but we better be sure we’re asking a question we really want the answer to. It’s like asking a guy why he’s breaking up with you . . . are you really prepared to hear what he might say?

This summer, my struggle with needing to know why truly got put to the test.

When Alex lost his job in July, I immediately asked why.  I wanted details, and I wanted it all to make sense. I questioned Alex, I wanted to question his company, and I even questioned God. I let understanding the why consume me, frustrate me.  I wasted several days being angry, demanding an explanation from anybody who would listen. Finally, I realized that wasn’t helping anyone. Ultimately, the why didn’t matter. There was nothing I could do to change the why, so I needed to move forward.

Through this experience, I realized there were three things that were helping me get past my need to know why.

The first thing I did was pray. I prayed for all sorts of things–patience that Alex would get a new job. Peace not to spend 24 hours a day worrying until he did. Discernment that he would know when it was the right job. Distraction so that the waiting wouldn’t deplete his hope and his positive outlook.

Funny thing is, those are the same things I pray for when the boys get going with their whys too- “Dear Lord, please give me the patience to endure this never-ending stream of questions that makes me want to pull my hair out. If you could just send a big truck, a school bus, or a rescue vehicle down the road right this second to distract these boys, I’d be forever grateful.”

The next thing I did was to be thankful. This one was definitely the hardest. Chances are, if you’re left asking why, it’s usually because something you wouldn’t normally give thanks for has happened. Who wants to count their blessings in the middle of adversity? I don’t think that’s exactly a natural reaction, and I found it took a little creativity on my part to find the silver lining.

When I looked closely, though, I saw we have a lot to be thankful for. We have family and friends supporting us. I think I’ve gotten more texts from friends checking in over the past three months than I’ve gotten in my entire life, reminding me that we’re not alone. I’m also thankful that Alex has been able to spend more quality time with the boys than ever before. He has been able to take the boys to school, attend school events, and even coach Jackson’s soccer team, all things his long hours prevented him from doing in the past.

Finally, instead of spinning my wheels over the why, I decided to do what I could to help and offer support. Instead of letting the unknown and the unanswered paralyze me, I tried to figure out how to be more productive. It felt good to actually do something, even if it was something small like proofreading a resume or brainstorming job ideas. Taking concrete action gave me a small sense of control in an otherwise uncertain situation.

Don’t get me wrong, this plan isn’t fool proof, and there are still times I find the whys creeping into my thoughts. There is a scene in Forrest Gump when Forrest runs through dog poop, and when another guy mentions it, Forrest simply replies, “It happens.” And he’s right- we all run through the proverbial dog poop at one time or another. The important part isn’t why “it” happens; the important part is how we respond to it. Granted, it does seem like life would be easier if every why had a nice and neat, cut and dried answer. But that kind of thinking assumes we live in a black and white world, when in reality, we live in a whole lot of gray.

In 1990, Budweiser introduced a new beer to the market, popularizing the mantra “Why ask why? Try Bud Dry.” While Bud Dry didn’t make it as a beer, the slogan has had a much longer shelf life, mainly because it gets to the heart of the matter, putting actions over thoughts. Life is going to have its challenges, that’s a given. Sometimes, the best thing we can do is let go of the questions and try to help each other move forward one day at a time.

Lessons from Draft Day

Two big things happened in my life last week: I finished my M.Ed. in Elementary Literacy and Deshaun Watson got drafted by the Houston Texans.  Now, I know you’re probably thinking there’s no way those two events can possibly be related, but let’s take a closer look, shall we?

First, my Masters . . .

I had always toyed with the idea of a M.Ed. in Literacy, so last March, I decided to make it happen.  I really felt like it was what I was supposed to do.  As I got started, I was so excited that this would lead to new opportunities.  This March, however, all of these new doors I thought would open kept closing in my face, and I began to wonder why I had taken so much time away from my family, my students, and even myself to get a degree that seemed to serve no real purpose.

Ultimately, I started to feel like I was doing all this work just to end up with a very expensive piece of paper I was never going to use.  I was beyond frustrated.

And then Draft Day came . . .

For the past few years, I have been a Texans fan, largely because they have J.J. Watt, whose defensive prowess is unsurpassed. He’s been the Defensive Player of the Year three times, led the league in sacks twice, been to the Pro Bowl four times . . . Oh please, who am I kidding, I like J.J. Watt because he’s the cutest guy in the NFL!  They also have one of my favorite receivers, DeAndre “Nuk” Hopkins.  I like the Texans so much, I chose them as my fantasy football team defense last season, and they did not disappoint.

As a Clemson fan, I was pumped to watch the NFL Draft because I just knew, without a doubt, Deshaun Watson was going to be the first pick.  Evidently, there’s a reason I don’t work for ESPN.  Not only was he not the first pick, he wasn’t even the first quarterback drafted.  In fact, he wasn’t even the second quarterback taken.  Picks came and went, and Watson was still on the board, so by around pick 10, I was done and ready for bed.  That’s when Alex pointed out the Texans were coming up, and they needed a quarterback.

Wait, what?

Are you telling me Deshaun, Nuk, J.J., and even Jadeveon Clowney, could all end up on the same team?  That would be better than I could ever imagine.

Well, the Texans did pick Watson, and the disappointment I felt with the first pick was completely replaced with excitement and relief.  Watson is going to an established team that has a history of making it to the playoffs, instead of to a team where, apologies to Browns fans everywhere, quarterbacks often go to die. On Friday, it was funny to be able to look back at the night and see that instead of getting all worked up (and possibly throwing things at my TV), I should have just relaxed and trusted that Watson would go where he was meant to go.

And that’s what I’ve come to realize about my life too.  Sometimes, the first pick isn’t always the best pick.  Sometimes what we think we want isn’t always the right thing for us.  Sometimes, it takes 11 tries before we hit the jackpot on the twelfth.  The key is to have faith, to do what we can, and then to trust that it will work out, often better than we could ever imagine.  I may not put what I learned in my Masters program to work right away, but I have to believe there is a purpose for getting it, even though I may not be able to see that purpose right now.

When you really think about it, Guns N’ Roses said it best years ago: All we need is just a little patience.

And Go Texans!