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Welcome to Leadership

You know when people on those signing competition shows whose interviews go like this...
Ryan Seacrest-ish Person: "How long have you been singing?" 
Competitor with fresh highlights: " Since I was two!"
Stage Mom: "She was singing in the church choir before she could talk" 

Yeahhhh, that would be how my interview would go. EXCEPT one thing, I can't sing so I would NOT be one of those shows unless it was on the gag-real. I did however know from an early age that I was meant to be on some sort of stage. 

When I was young my family lived in Naples, FL-- the Florida old folks stereo type? Yeah, they get that from Naples. So basically everything I did was ohh-ed and Ahh-ed over from a good handful of old people who were missing their own grandchildren-- really great confidence boost for a toe-headed two year old. My Aunt Vicki (who for the record is not my actual aunt) convinced my mother to put me in the children's choir at the small church we were attending. 
She hounded my mother with "Oh come on Martha, it'll be adorable" until my mom gave in and enrolled me in the "Joyful Noise" Choir. At the end of our first performance, in which I was much more interested in my ruffled socks (duh! Ruffled socks were the best) than singing, my Aunt decided to let me have a moment to shine with a rousing rendition on "Jesus Loves Me". She only got though the "Jesus lov.." part before I promptly took the mike, shooed her away and finished the song by myself in all my two year old glory. Everyone clearly loved it... expect my parents who knew right then and there that they were in trouble. 

Over the years as I discovered my lack of musical ability I replaced my need to preform with various leadership opportunities. This week I had the AWESOME opportunity to present two times--once to the district and once to my school campus (two different presentations). The district presentation went off with out a hitch (probably had something to do with the fancy "presenter" ribbon I got on my name tag, right?). The campus one? CRASH AND BURN. Like hid-in-my-classroom-for-an-hour-with-all-the-lights-off-hoping-it-was-all-a-bad-dream kind of crash and burn. As I sat in the dark I promised myself; 
"I AM NEVER GOING TO PRESENT AGAIN!" and the story of my two year old "Jesus Loves Me" escapade popped into my head-- never presenting again was a big fat lie. I've been presenting since I was TWO, fat chance I'm giving it up. I grabbed my stuff and dashed to my car to lick my wounds with my dvr'd Kardashians episode and an adult beverage, but right before I got to the safety of my car (I was so close!) my assistant principal stopped me. She looked me in the eye and simply said "Welcome to Leadership". 

Leadership is hard but it is worth it. Making my kids better readers with my programs is worth it. Presenting my ideas is worth it. Next time however, I am doing it in ruffled socks and a presenter ribbon. 

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Jess said...

AHHH! I expect a text or email with more details. I NEED TO KNOW.
Also...ruffled socks were THE BOMB. Just saying.

You're awesome.
You are a leader.
And the best teacher.


Amy Powell said...

What a great assistant principal. That's such a great lesson. And happy you're moving onward :)

Lindsay @ Trial By Sapphire said...

Eventually, people learn that you continue to learn even as an adult. :)