The discussion post this week is on being an effective leader. We need to have examples about our emotional intelligence and what skills we need to improve on and how we would improve. Roland is always coming up with ideas that I've never thought of. I don't see myself as a leader and I knew that Roland would have some suggestions - one was my position in the family, which of course I hadn't considered. I tried writing a few paragraphs about that - but each paragraph felt too biography and introductory and perhaps a little too horn-blowy - which is not what I wanted. I don't know how many times I changed it before I finally turned something in. Meanwhile I have come up with some more thoughts for a blog post.
I remember going to a wedding reception held outdoors. I don't even recall what time of the year, but I remember the weather was cool but not cold. There had been a few light breezes joined by a more powerful wind. It had knocked over the wedding cake onto the ground. Now there are many (I'm thinking more from bridezilla's point of view) that would be upset by it - but the wedding party - for the most part just smiled and said, "Oh, well"
It could have been an act - but with pleasure, they can honestly laugh about it now. It really is a healthy thing to be able to laugh about a situation rather than get angry about it. Our family would have never gone on family vacation if we couldn't laugh at the unexpected. What family vacation has ever gone smooth? Our problems were always with the car or the weather, sometimes both.
Our muffler fell off in California. I think it was our engine that died during our trip to Canada. There'd been heavy rain during that trip but not like we had at Universal here.
I remember having a rooftop cargo carrier on our station wagon. I think it was a wind that knocked it off. My dad, normally calm and even tempered said in frustration, "Oh, just leave it" but the rest of us somehow believed it was worth saving. Mom had a pair of panty hose that she cut into strips and she and my brother Patrick used them to tie it down to the roof, and three of us held it down while my dad continued to drive. We may not have seen the humor in it back then, but it is hilarious to talk about it (or think about it) today.
And then there was the time we just coming home - though I can't remember where. My mom was driving our little orange Honda. The car threw a rod and she pulled over. She chose to walk to get help and the rest of us stayed in the car. We were fortunate as to where we broke down as we were entertained by watching hang gliders soaring through the sky. It was awesome. Had the car not stalled where it did, we would have not even noticed the hang gliders - though I don't think mom had the same positive experience as she chose to climb over some barb wire fencing in search of assistance.
There was another time when we had gone to the movies during a really cold season. The doors had froze and wouldn't open - except for the hatchback. We sent Corey through the hatchback and asked him if he could open the doors. We weren't really surprised that he couldn't - I don't believe he was quite four years old at the time. So Patrick and I (both pre-teens) also climbed in through the hatchback. The doors wouldn't budge. Too bad mom didn't think of giving Patrick the keys to the car to at least warm it up a little. Mom was 8 months pregnant with Kayla. She also climbed in through the hatchback. What a memory.