That was the reply I got when I asked a dad at school what had happened to his eye. It was a real shiner! Knowing his wife, I knew this was just a line. He laughed loudly and I laughed along. At which point I’m left with a choice. Do I call him on it? You know, ask him what really happened, check he’s ok and all that kindly nurturing stuff that is like second nature to me.
Or do I accept that he doesn’t want to talk about it and move on? I’m the queen of authenticity. There’s nothing I detest much more than when people feel compelled to put a brave face on stuff. Openness and being real is just so much more honest and healthy isn’t it?
But. That’s my choice. Just because I’d rather everyone was honest about stuff doesn’t mean that others have to agree with me does it? So how do I balance my wants with what this other person would prefer to have happened? Continue reading “Learning about integrity and values from a black eye”