I’m taking a blogging sabbatical this summer, but will occasionally be sharing some posts from the past. This one was a guest post written by daughter Katy 4 or 5 years ago.
Have you ever taken the Meyers Briggs personality inventory?
It’s where you answer a bunch of questions, and at the end you’re assigned four letters that make up the basics of your personality.
4 powerful letters that tell someone all they need to know about how you’d respond…
- If strangers showed up at your door inviting you to a costume party,
- Or if you had to decide under pressure, which wire to cut to diffuse a bomb,
- Or whether you’d say “Suck it up.” or “You poor, poor baby!” if someone told you their hamster died.
Well in our family, the 4 letters that sum up Maggie are exactly the opposite of the 4 letters that sum me (Katy) up.
In spite of being opposites, while growing up, the two of us were inseparable. Walking to and from elementary school together, taking (voluntary) trips up to the local library to stock up on Sherlock Holmes books to read aloud to one another in the privacy of the latest edition of our ever-improving fort. We’d rally the neighborhood kids for night games and home made video productions, snow forts and magic shows.
We were a dream team.
.
But then, something happened. I think professionals call it “puberty”. We turned into the worst versions of ourselves, camping out on the far edges of our opposite personalities.
Things that were cute about Maggie became shallow and annoying. My attitude went from an indulgent older sister to, frankly, a superior jerk. Those halves on Meyer’s Briggs became like some sort of bizarre science class punnett square exercise gone wrong.
In our case, it took about 6 years apart and the advent of g-chat to start a new season of communicating. Rather than the cutting remarks and dismissive sarcasm, we began to speak with each other as people, rather than sisters.
Each of us slowly slid towards the center of that personality chart, first recognizing our weaknesses, then working to develop into more balanced people.
It sounds quite nice and simple in that sentence, but some of this “realization” came through heated phone calls and the occasional adopting of our high school personalities. AKA our “worst selves.”
Now, years later, here we are, co-inhabiting a 900 square foot apartment in the heart of our nation’s capital. Had you told us 5 years ago that this would be our living situation, we would have thought you were a lunatic. Surprisingly, it is going quite well.
There have been a few flare ups where we’ve seen those high school selves resurface, and it’s embarrassing. But we’re truly enjoying one another’s company, the sharing of friend groups, being invited to the same parties, and attending the same church for the first time in years.
We find ourselves working to carve out “sister time” and we’ve seen this time become increasingly more meaningful. As we earn one another’s respect, we are better able to speak into each other’s lives.
The bottom line is that when we allow the other person’s strengths to threaten us we’re our worst selves. But when we move towards each other in humility, ready to learn from the other’s strengths, and seek help in the areas where we’re weak, we thrive.
When I can sincerely say, “Maggie, what would you do in this social situation?” where I feel unsure, and she can sincerely ask “Katy, what bus should I get from U Street to get home? or Who is Christine Legard and why do we care about her?” we both benefit.
What I’ve learned from watching Katy and Maggie grow as they live in community is to ask questions. When I’m in situations where the emotion seems to rumble in my stomach and travel to my face and threaten to come out of my mouth in unwise words I’m trying to ask:
1. What am I afraid of? Really.
2. What can I learn from this person?
3. What questions should I ask to gain better understanding?
What collaborative, or community building situations are the most challenging to you? When do you feel most threatened? What is helpful?
