One of the things I don't like about myself is how much I dread and avoid conflict. I don't think speaking up, telling the truth or confronting someone about a wrong thing they have said or done should be that hard. But for me right now (and for the past 40 years), it is.
Funny how having kids brings us to confront our deepest fears and worst weaknesses. Sigh.
Remember the issue about the insensitive Girl Scout volunteer? Well, after all your lovely ideas and suggestions, I went ostrich and just let the whole thing pass. However, the new scouting season approaches, and it turns out she's spearheading the group.
Time to put on my big girl panties. I'm hosting the planning meeting at my house, and I'm going to invite her to come over 30 minutes early so we can talk about my concerns. I figure the worst that happens can be either I die of fright or she quits working with the group. Best case, she turns it around and gets some cultural and situational appropriateness or she quits working with the group. Mostly I'm hoping for something in between.
Parenting - the most intense skills development workshop ever. Do you think I could put this on my resume some day?