If you are a regular partaker of my blog/vlog, you know that I reach out for your opinions from time to time. I do this so I can post content to help leaders solve the problems they face.
But today is different.
I'm actually asking for ME. I need your help.
In 60 days we will welcome our first daughter-in-law into our family.
I am very concerned that I am not ready.
Christy is doing her best to get us acclimated, but as I have told her many times, the reason I married her is because deep down, she's really a guy. Our first date (I guess it was a date) included dinner, a movie, and 7 of my closet guy friends--and she fit in perfectly.
Like most guys, she is "what you see is what you get." She's simple. Keep her fed and watered and she's pretty friendly. She's not a big shopper. She prefers Mac-n-cheese with that good crusty hard cheese top over a salmon salad any day.
She laughs when people fall down. (And I love that about her!)
Oh, and she gave birth to three boys. She's been in a virtual locker room for 25+ years.
To compound all this, I'm an Enneagram 7 which means:
(1) I avoid feelings. I have I haven't cried since this happened.
(2) I I think this movie is funny.
(3) I think it would be hilarious to walk into the upcoming wedding like this.
(4) This is one of my bucket list goals before I die.
Are you starting to get a picture of why I am so anxious?
And because I'm so paranoid that I am going to do something wrong, I think I may have gone overboard. Tyler's birthday is today, so I gently pressed (some might say nagged a bit) her a couple of weeks ago to create an Amazon wish list so we could get something she really wanted.
But then I panicked. I bought the entire list.
I'm trying to include her on family texts, but not to the point that it gets weird.
I'm using emojis, but the adult quantity, not the hieroglyphic onslaught the kids use.
I'm toning down the edginess and sarcasm in my humor as much as I can. This is not easy. I've suppressed several dozen opportunities to tease or make fun of her. Once when visiting, Tyler stumbled and nearly fell down in our kitchen. Christy had to leave the room.
I am asking for your advice because this is a ME problem.
I don't want to blow it. She is so good for Britton.
I feel right at home with the leader-manager-employee relationship. I can guide leaders to engage their employees with one hand tied my back. I can align an organization to their purpose while blindfolded. I can spontaneously generate a leadership quote from any U.S. President . . . in four languages.
But this is different. The wedding is 60 days away--it just got real.
Will they avoid our house because we smother them? Will they make excuses why they can't visit and then we will spot them leaving the Hampton Inn in Fairhope? Will they see through our veiled attempt at buying their love when we provide Hamilton tickets, or free vacations to Disney World, or new vehicles? What if I over-discipline their dogs?
Will you help me please? What advice do you have. I have 60 days and counting...