6 Positive Ways to Interact During a Conflict

I confronted somebody today. I had to do it without it seeming like I was confronting them. It was a delicate dance. When you know you must confront an issue, it forces you to figure out an approach designed to explain your position and the issue at stake, but without being aggressive or demeaning. It must be presented in a way that sticks to the facts but doesn’t demean. You know, I hate doing that sort of thing. Confronting does not come easy for me.

I am a classic peacemaker. I will do almost anything to keep the peace even by denying my own wants, needs, and desires. I’ve done this a lot over the years, not speaking up when I should. In the book The Dance of Anger, the act of deferring to others all the time without stating or defending your own self is called de-selfing. Most of my life I have de-selfed because de-selfing is easier for me than trying to state my own opinion. I dislike disharmony.

It took an issue at work to make me realize my error in de-selfing. I lost control of a meeting I was leading while serving in my position as a reading specialist. My (younger) superiors took over the meeting and redirected the whole thing, ignoring my agenda and goals. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing. I felt like a fool, and I failed to have a voice because of it. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I was demeaned by their attitudes towards me.

After everyone left but a new hire, the then-school psychologist, she said to me, “I don’t know why, but they don’t respect you.” I cried all weekend. But I knew something had to change.

I took stock of the situation.  A realization dawned as I sorted it out. I figured it out that the only way my colleagues would come to respect me was if I began to show some self-respect. If I respected myself, I would speak up for myself. The thought scared me. I had never spoken up for myself, not even with my own siblings. This meant I could not allow myself to remain silent when others were ignoring or overrunning (over ruling) my turf in the academic setting.

My approach changed in how I interacted with my professional peers. I chose to engage when needed, and I chose to stop just sitting on the side-lines letting it happen (and then going home to lick my wounds). As a timid person without much self-confidence, that was hard for me to do. It never became easy, but I improved and became less of a person people walked over as a doormat.

To be honest, I still would rather avoid than engage. Today I had to speak up because I am the leader and in charge of a group. It was my responsibility. I could not ignore a situation that had the potential to become a problem. Did I like doing it? No. But it was necessary for our shared interest/business to be conducted in an appropriate way. Our history as friends made it all the more uncomfortable.

We do what we must do when we know we must. My friend was a bit irritated. Tomorrow she will realize why it makes sense after the reacting simmers down. Sometimes you have to give a person and subject some time to settle down as it brings the thought back to center.

6 Positive Ways to Interact during a Conflict:

  1. Be honest by speaking to the issue without being rude or combative.
  2. Speak the truth in love by respecting the person as we deliver our message.
  3. Avoid “you” statements that make people feel attacked and puts them on the defensive.
  4. Explain the reasoning behind our statements and actions without becoming emotional.
  5. Seek “best interest” as the meeting place to determine appropriate solutions.
  6. Avoid dealing in personalities and preferences by sticking to the facts i.e. this is what happened, this is what needs to happen, and why.

We can’t control other people. We will have differences of opinion. But there are times when confrontation is necessary because someone is out of line or could stray from staying on the right path. It is our responsibility to do this well, to do it kindly and through matter-of-fact exchanges.

It’s Ok to Cry When Your Child is Seriously Ill

Today we have a guest blog by Shelli Littleton. She is the mother of two daughters and writes from Texas. Welcome, Shelli.

GUEST BLOG:  IT’S OK TO CRY.     By Shelli Littleton

“A CT scan is scheduled for Monday.”

When our pediatrician discovered an abnormality in our 13-month-old daughter’s abdomen, I drifted home in a state of shock. After walking through the front door, I locked myself in the bathroom and ran water in the tub as hot as I could stand it. I sought a safe place to cry, where only God could see.

When the x-ray revealed a kidney tumor—no doubt it was cancer—I rocked my baby in the hospital room as she slept from anesthesia and could not restrain the tears.

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At Ronald McDonald House before surgery, and after she had been so sick from a virus.

I wanted to be strong … for my daughter, for others, for my family, for God.

And did crying mean I lacked faith? Would I fall apart?

I felt broken. I felt weak.

The following days leading to her surgery were horrendous—more tests, away from home, she contracted a stomach virus, more tears.

During her surgery, visits from family and friends in the waiting room falsely held me together. My smiles turned to a look of exhaustion. I felt it. Others saw it. I couldn’t pretend any longer. I could no longer play host.

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Shelli with Katelyn, recuperating from surgery.

After my daughter had been wheeled into her hospital room, she began to cry. An incision stretched from one side of her baby body to the other. Instead of placing our daughter on her back, the nurse placed her on her tummy … why? I don’t know. But our daughter raised up on her knees, crying. I’d never felt more helpless. I couldn’t fix her because she had tubes coming out of every location. More tears from me. My gut wrenched.

Later, when the room had emptied of friends and family and I remained for the long-haul, my baby girl began crying again. Not like you’d imagine a baby crying. Lying on her back, she had silent tears trickling down her cheeks. She hurt. Fear and lack of understanding took hold of her. Being just a baby, she couldn’t voice her thoughts. More tears from me.

I couldn’t leave her sight to simply walk into the bathroom without her crying. Without me crying.

After she settled, I slumped on the couch that would be my bed for the night. And I thought about Footprints in the Sand … how the Lord would carry me. How the Lord was carrying me. How I could trust Him. Even Jesus had cried for the loss of his friend, Lazarus, knowing full well He could and would heal him.

If Jesus cried, I knew my tears were justified. It’s okay to cry over loss. Our baby lost her right kidney, she lost strength in her ankles from chemotherapy, she lost security, and more losses that we would notice as time passed, but we didn’t lose her. And the cancer had not spread. We gained hope and the bond between us due to that season is strong. And every passing day that she recovered, so did I.

Crying didn’t mean I lacked faith. It meant that I could release the pain, that I could be real, that I could feel, that I would heal. Tears proved that I could rest and tenderly weep in the arms of the One who carried me.

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Karalee and Katelyn. Katelyn is celebrating 10 years cancer free up on the roof at Cook Children’s Medical Center.

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Shelli Littleton lives in Royse City, Texas. She speaks on surviving hardships and writes for Woman’s Missionary Union’s magazine, Missions Mosaic. She welcomes you to visit her blog at www.shellilittleton.blogspot.com.

Her daughter, Katelyn, is a blessed 15 year old.

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A Gift Worth Keeping: It Goes with My Decor! is a book written by Shelli Littleton, published in 2013. It is available for purchase on Amazon.

Link: A Gift Worth Keeping: It Goes with My Decor

 

 

 

Note from Norma: Shelli and I are acquainted through Books & Such Literary Management. She is a tender-heart. I appreciate her warmth and upbeat personality. In a world that seems to not be very genuine, Shelli strikes me as someone who is genuine and kind. Thank you, Shelli, for writing this post for my readers. I’m so glad and thankful Katelyn is doing well.