I didn’t want to call. I even decided on another way around one person to get the information I sought, but when it came down to it, I had to practice what I preach.
It was a fluke. Nothing intentional, but it happened. A special event occurred extended Lee family. Someone is having a baby. The baby’s due date came as a surprise to all and a shower was hastily, yet done well, put together.
I was there. Some other family members were not. I figured they were unable to make the date. I didn’t think anything else of it until the mama-to-be let me know that the other family members did not get an invitation. I was shocked and so was she. She wanted all of her family there but because it was a shower for her, she was not involved in the planning. All she did was provide the guest email addresses for the host. (I was not a host).
I felt awful but the mama-to-be had already spoken with those family members and all seemed well.
Today, I was told by a third-party, that there was going to be another shower for the mama-to-be hosted by those family members that missed the first one. I was offended. (It took me several minutes to honestly admit that that was the emotion I was feeling). I had not received any information about another shower. I wanted to know if not being included was a slight against me for the first shower. I wanted to know if those family members held me responsible for the hosts oversight.
The go-around manuever would have been to call the mama-to-be and ask her. I could have pumped the third-party for more information. I allowed my thoughts to take me every which way but the mature route.
When I prayed and was honest with God about my emotions, that is when the right path became clear.
I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to call, but when it came down to it, I had to practice what I preach. I had to keep my big girl panties on even when a pull-up was within my reach.
I humbled myself under God’s mighty hand, and walked out that humility by calling said family member. I didn’t shrink back when speaking. I was honest with my thoughts but, praise God, He gave me the words to speak.
Because I kept my big girl panties on, the misunderstanding was cleared up with a simple phone call. All is well. I was not blamed for the invitation mishap. I was not invited to the make-up shower because it isn’t really a shower. It’s a lunch date with three people who weren’t at the first shower. It was not a retaliatory act.
What a relief. Praise God!