I was talking to my friend Corey the other day about an issue going on in my life right now, and how to handle it, and he said this to me, "you will never regret advocating for you child."
I am an advocate in my profession. And I am very good at it. But when it comes to my daily life, I don't always take the advocate role. Part of it is a fear of being seen as "that parent." The one who screams and yells. The one who makes mountains out of mole hills. I also believe, maybe wrongly, that people have my child's best interest at heart. The most people want to help. That most people want to do the right thing.
I'm learning the hard way that that is not always true. Some people do not have my child's best interest at heart. Sometimes bureaucracy controls, or personality, or good old fashion anger. Some people simply don't know what to do. Some people, are simply wrong.
I made a difficult phone call last week. A phone call some people had been urging me to make for a while now, and in all honesty, I probably should have. But I feared making an untenable situation worse. But I got to the point where I wasn't sure it could get any worse. And the person suffering the most was Michael.
I became "that parent."
20 years from now Michael is not going to remember the ins and out of exactly what is going on right now. And I may not either. But I always will be able to look at him and say "I advocated for you. I was your fiercest advocate." And that is the most important thing.