This past Friday morning I did something I had never done before, something that I thought would be too difficult, something that would make me too uncomfortable, something that just wasn’t for me. Which is why I stayed away from it, until now! I had also stayed away from it because I was told that I was no good at it, by somebody very close to me. So what made me change my mind, what made me try it? Why was this past Friday morning different than all the other Friday mornings in my life?
Fridays is the day that I get my two daughters ready in the morning and put them on the bus. It is a ritual that the kids and I look forward to each week. It turns out that this past Friday morning, my older daughter Sarah was not around. She had left very early in the morning to appear as a snowflake at the Count Basie Theater in a ballet production of “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.” (you don’t know about the snowflakes in “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”, well, neither did I). So for the time ever, this past Friday morning it was just myself and my younger daughter Grace, who is currently in kindergarten, that I had to get ready for school.
I woke Grace up at the appointed time, she got dressed with my help and then I hoped we would head downstairs for her breakfast. And then I heard the words I was dreading, “Daddy, can you put my hair in a pigtail?” I immediately replied with my stock answer that had always worked before, “Daddy is no good at that stuff.” That excuse had always worked because there was always somebody else there to do it and because my older daughter didn’t want me coming anywhere near her hair because of my lack of expertise. Grace calmly replied, “Don’t worry Daddy, it’s easy, I’ll show you.” And she did. After I got the first tail done, she looked at it in the mirror and complimented me, “Good job Daddy, now for the other side.” Feeling emboldened, even a little cocky, I started on the second side. This one was a bigger struggle for me (I think because I used too much of her hair on the first side, although I am still not sure why.) I tried multiple times to get the second side done right, Grace was patient each time until it was good enough for her. I could tell that it wasn’t perfect for her but she let me off the hook. “Good job Daddy, now we can go eat breakfast.” After breakfast, as she was just about to get on the school bus, she exclaimed, “Next time, I will teach you to do a ponytail.”
Although, the story is cute, hard not to be, when it is about a Dad relating a story about his 5 year old daughter, the point is not. I have had numerous chances over the years to do a pigtail or ponytail and I refused for what I thought were very good reasons. They weren’t good reasons and I was wrong. My older daughter who I thought was helping me, was actually not, she was my accomplice in not believing in me, in stopping me from doing something that made me uncomfortable. To get me to break out of my comfort zone, it took somebody else truly believing in me, then willing to help me, and then making me feel good about the work I did. Nice job Grace!
When you walk into your office tomorrow, take a look at your key staff that you are counting on to handle more for your firm this year and down the road, are you accidentally complicit in helping them stay in their comfort zone?
(By the way, to get Grace to pose for the picture above, I had to incent, ok bribe her.)
