I’ve been having issues with receiving advice for, oh, the last 7 months or so. Ever since announcing that Rachel was pregnant, I’ve gotten more than a handful of invitations to change diapers and hold babies. With these offers I am usually told “because you’ll need the practice.”
I’ve done this before; I have a 21 year old. I don’t usually say this, but I always feel it. I confess I get a little grumpy hearing advice on how to hold a child from someone who just got their first one. And I actually got my first practice at changing diapers with my decade-younger little brother, so, thank you, but I think I’ll be okay without changing that one for you.
Last week a friend chimed in a calm “again” when someone else suggested I better get used to not sleeping nights. I thanked him quietly for recalling that I’ve probably missed sleep at night before.
Though I bite my tongue, I leave each of these instances wishing I could receive the advice more graciously. They are not usually trying to talk down to me; in fact, saying things like “this is something you have to look forward to!” are usually meant in joy and encouragement.
I am just not good at taking advice. I am pretty competent, and, let’s face it, I think I know more about most anything than you do.
Then there’s that pesky Golden Rule. Sadly, I find I rather enjoy giving advice.
But of course I do!
One of the things I am going to consciously work on for the next couple of weeks is the way I take advice. I will practice accepting advice graciously.