I never thought sandwiches would profoundly teach me a lesson about boundaries.
Lunch was ready. Everyone had contributed something: three types of bread, two kinds of meat, and three cheeses. As people began building their sandwiches, I was shocked by my internal reaction.
The kids preferred plain sandwich bread over my brioche or ciabatta options. Several chose summer sausage instead of the roasted turkey I brought. Normally, I wouldn’t have paid any attention to what people selected.
This time was different. I’ll share the ugly truth of what went through my mind. I felt hurt when my options weren’t selected. I felt resentful that no one told me they wanted something different when I announced what I planned to bring. My hair bristled at the idea that they weren’t doing it the way I wanted …