She asks me the other day, ‘you like children and enjoy
sport – why don’t you do some coaching like many other dads?’
There are two main reasons.
I suppose in years gone by I would have been afraid of the time
commitment away from the family. As I’ve shared
before, a couple of successive evenings out due to work and there would be
stress. Does she really not remember that history?
But I now play sport on the week-ends and so I’ve overcome
that particular qualm.
Then I went on to say that – without any false modesty – I have
never considered coaching (or mentoring at work, for example) because I have
never considered myself to be very good. I would struggle to be a counsellor
for example – taking that level of responsibility.
‘I think I would be a good counsellor,’ she responds.
Really? Given that she is just about the most judgemental
person I know. That she has treated her husband and son like shit
while being all sweetness and light with friends (and a harridan with customer
service people who can’t answer back) is an unlikely background for a
counsellor. ‘I might do what E. does and become a Samaritan.’
I suppose people can be different inside four walls and
outside and she is a good friend to her friends. Good luck to her.
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