If you have young children, then you know that they will say whatever is on their minds. Kids have no filter.
“Mom, your bum is fat.”
“Dad, you have a hairy back.”
“Mom, you have lines on your face.”
“Dad, your teeth are yellow.”
To be a parent, you need to just roll with the punches. If you’re easily offended, parenting is not the job for you.
The same holds true for a career in marketing. If you can’t stand the heat, then you may want to check if there are any openings available in the accounting department. (Not that I don’t L-O-V-E the accounting team...you’re an awesome group of number-crunching geniuses!)
In my life there are rare private moments when I’m not parenting or marketing. I’m simply me. Like today...for a few moments I got away from the office to enjoy lunch with myself and my Blackberry.
Just as I get ready to dive into my burrito, an older gentleman in the next booth turns around, points to his friend, and said:
“He thinks you look like a prettier version of Ellen DeGeneres. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
Stunned, yet trying to be gracious, I responded:
“No…but thanks for the compliment.”
In my mind, I’m thinking: “Is that a compliment? I think so. Isn’t Ellen a CoverGirl spokesperson? You have to be pretty to sell make-up. How old is Ellen? I just turned 40...I’m sure Ellen is older than me. Wait a minute…isn’t Ellen a lesbian? Am I okay with a strange man telling me I look like someone who is a lesbian? Does it matter? No, it doesn’t matter...I’m fine with it. Hey, Ellen is a super successful talk-show host. I’m successful too...but not nearly on the level of Ellen. Do I look successful? After all, I’m professionally dressed. Doesn’t Ellen usually wear sneakers on her show? I’m wearing black sandals with high heels...and I really need to get a pedicure. Ellen is funny…me, not so much. I wonder how Ellen would feel about the comparison. She probably wouldn’t be too thrilled...I’m much chubbier than Ellen. Why would that man say I look like Ellen? Does he need glasses? He is old. Much older than me...and Ellen.”
How could a simple statement completely throw me into an oblivion of over analysis?
Why couldn’t I just take his remark for what it was...a compliment?
I’ll tell my kids they need to keep saying to me whatever comes their minds. Apparently, I still need to learn how to roll with the punches. As for my career...perhaps I should check what is available in the accounting department.
2 months ago