Food for thought?
So my supposition is that if you are a parent you’ve been covered in food. In fact, if you’ve ever tried to feed a baby….you’ve been covered in food. As parents we all know the soul-destroying feeling. You’ve loving prepared a nutritious, balanced and totally wholesome puree for Junior. Because you care for him. You love him. You want him to grow up big and strong and be the best he can be. You’ve tasted it. A little on the bland side maybe, but then he is not in Vindaloo territory just yet. It is inoffensive, but healthy. You take a little spoonful, making sure it is not too hot, that it isn’t going to burn or upset Junior. Junior is hungry, he opens his mouth and you push the spoon inside doing a little upward movement to make sure the food comes off the spoon.
Then you wait……
The facial contortions start. The eyes screw up, the lips pucker. The grimace….and then PWAAAAHHH! The food flies. Over you, over the floor. Over the cat who was, for once, an innocent bystander. And the next time the spoon comes forth, the hands are up, the mouth is closed and you meet more resistance than General Petain. All in all they reckon it can take up to twenty presentations of a new flavour or food before a baby is willing to accept it.
So have I come over all mommy blogger? Well…not today no. The reason that I’m talking about this is a breakthrough that I’ve had at work. Since I joined I’ve been talking about the need to significantly alter the company culture, a need to adapt to survive. I know from past experience what will happen if we don’t. I’m trying to do something good for the company, something to help it to grow, to be strong and to be healthy. But for the last eighteen months, I have been wiping the metaphorical puree of cultural change from my face each time I presented it. Then last week, the mouth popped open, the food was swallowed and all of sudden the spoon was banging on the high chair with a demand for more.
I can remember going through the depths of despair with one of my kids who seemed intent on only eating one flavour of commercially made baby food and rejecting anything else we tried to offer, no matter how hard we worked. At the time my Dad asked me the question, “Have you ever seen a teenager that only eats baby food?” and of course the answer was clear.
It is Monday morning and I can guarantee at least half of you will be tackling a subject at work this week that has been rejected or kicked out for no other reason that it is strange and foreign. You know it is the right thing to do, so why can’t everyone else see that? Well, I guess the answer is the same as it was in my moment of the despair. Remember, perseverance is all and everyone even companies develop at slightly different speeds.