You don't know me, but confrontation is not my strong suit. It's not really that I want everyone to like me. I just don't want anyone to think I'm a bitch. Or incompetent. Or a complete idiot. And I'm always afraid that If I question what somebody did, I'm going to come off as one of those things. Or possibly a combination of them. It doesn't help that I'm a passionate person with the inability to lie. So whatever I'm really thinking invariably comes out. As a result, any time there could possibly be a confrontation, however tiny, I get totally stressed out.
As a parent, one of our jobs is to advocate for our children. Sometimes that's a piece of cake. Other times, it means...a confrontation. Gulp. And when you have a child like Logan, there are more times when you need to speak for him. I'm having a situation with his school right now, where there's a few areas that need to be addressed, and while I am worried for him and shed quite a few tears in frustration, I am also wishing the whole thing could just go away. Maybe I could pretend it was just a bad dream. Didn't really happen, and if I ignore it long enough it will go away, like that workout tape I bought 10 years ago and never used.
Unfortunately, I think the issues will never go away on their own (kind of like my muffin top), and I am just going to have to grow a pair and deal with it. Because whether I like it or not, nobody else is going to do it for me. It's my job to keep that sweet smile on his face, until he's able to speak up for himself. Dammit.
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