Triumph of good communication
This past weekend, my aunt was in town to visit us and do a training class for work. Even though she's always lived several states away, she's one of the aunts I've always felt closest to. Now, it happened that I had been hired be a soloist at my parents' church for the past two weekends, so when my mom and I were discussing the weekend plans before my aunt came to town my mom mentioned that my aunt was planning to come to the church service to hear me sing. (Side note: I can't remember when the last time my aunt was able to come hear me sing, but it's certainly been at least 7 years, and was before I got my master's degree in music).
Sunday morning rolls around and my dad, aunt and I were gathered eating breakfast and my aunt was still in her PJ's. I didn't think much of it, because both my dad and I needed to be at the church an hour early for the pre-service choir rehearsal (he sings in the choir on a regular basis), but as I'm heading back to my room to finish getting ready to leave, she mentions how she's probably not going to make it since she's not dressed or ready or anything.
Now, I have to tell you, having people come hear me sing can be a real trigger for me. If you don't want to come, fine, but don't tell me you're going to be there and then not show up. I've had too many people do that to me, and it pisses me off.
So I went to my room, finished my hair and makeup, and pondered what I was going to do with the information I had just gotten. The childish side of me was pissy and unhappy and felt very unloved. The adult part of me decided that I needed to be honest with her about how I felt, rather than just be silent and pissed off all day - which is how I have often dealt with such things in the past.
I finished up my preparations, and as I was heading out the door, I paused, took a deep breath, and told her, "You know, it would really mean a lot to me if you were able to make it." I tried SO hard to make it a neutral comment, not antagonistic toward her or anything, and it was really awesome to see her reaction. At first, she was a little puzzled, but then I think she understood what I was *really* saying, and started asking me about what time the service started, and about what time I thought my solo would come up.
I drove to the church feeling relieved and happy that I'd spoken my heart, and hopeful that she would make it, and sure enough, about 5 minutes before the service started, there she was. Afterwards, she came up to me and thanked me for reminding her where she really did want to be.
Pretty nifty, huh? Maybe this being honest thing works after all......
Sunday morning rolls around and my dad, aunt and I were gathered eating breakfast and my aunt was still in her PJ's. I didn't think much of it, because both my dad and I needed to be at the church an hour early for the pre-service choir rehearsal (he sings in the choir on a regular basis), but as I'm heading back to my room to finish getting ready to leave, she mentions how she's probably not going to make it since she's not dressed or ready or anything.
Now, I have to tell you, having people come hear me sing can be a real trigger for me. If you don't want to come, fine, but don't tell me you're going to be there and then not show up. I've had too many people do that to me, and it pisses me off.
So I went to my room, finished my hair and makeup, and pondered what I was going to do with the information I had just gotten. The childish side of me was pissy and unhappy and felt very unloved. The adult part of me decided that I needed to be honest with her about how I felt, rather than just be silent and pissed off all day - which is how I have often dealt with such things in the past.
I finished up my preparations, and as I was heading out the door, I paused, took a deep breath, and told her, "You know, it would really mean a lot to me if you were able to make it." I tried SO hard to make it a neutral comment, not antagonistic toward her or anything, and it was really awesome to see her reaction. At first, she was a little puzzled, but then I think she understood what I was *really* saying, and started asking me about what time the service started, and about what time I thought my solo would come up.
I drove to the church feeling relieved and happy that I'd spoken my heart, and hopeful that she would make it, and sure enough, about 5 minutes before the service started, there she was. Afterwards, she came up to me and thanked me for reminding her where she really did want to be.
Pretty nifty, huh? Maybe this being honest thing works after all......
