Brannon Bourland decided to jump in with BlendStrong last month to join us in debuting Friday’s Father’s Note. To truly meet him, his family, & his approach to blending from an adoption perspective as he & his wife weave their four children together, visit his first guest appearance here:
To pick up where you left off from his last post, dive in now-
Brannon Bourland’s light-hearted author’s craft will have you falling in love with his family all over again. You will find yourself seated at his kitchen table at breakfast as he shares, “[m]y son, who is acutely aware of what people wear, noticed my nice shirt… this morning. He asked me, ‘Are you going out of town?’” Fitting – with the baseball playoff bracket beckoning us all – we witness a baseball cap potentially pair with that business shirt. Read on-
“I am a ‘remote’ employee at my company”
by: Brannon Bourland
I am a “remote” employee at my company.
What that means is that I don’t wake up and clock in at a traditional office like most of the 2500+ employees at our company.
Instead, I show up at an office that I share with one other employee at our company. There are no bosses, no secretaries, and no HR representatives. It is just the two of us—plugging away at our projects.
This makes for a very relaxed environment. We have a Keurig for coffee, a retro looking Bluetooth speaker playing jazz music all day, and Netflix when we’ve hit a wall and need a break.
We have no dress code, no time clock, and no assigned parking.
It is not uncommon to find one, or both, of us in flip flops and shorts developing content for a multi-million dollar opportunity.
We do conference calls with fortune 100 and 500 companies at our conference table while eating popcorn.
We can get away with this because we deliver. We always have, and we always will. We can also get away with this because we respect and don’t abuse the freedom that the men and women who trust us to do our job have given us.
Today, I have an important phone call with that executive leadership. And even though it is a phone call, I decided I would dress up a bit and put on a nice shirt.
My son, who is acutely aware of what people wear, noticed my nice shirt at the breakfast table this morning. He asked me “Are you going out of town?” (because wearing nice clothes usually means I’m on my way to the airport)
I told him that I had an important phone call this morning and sometimes dads put on nice shirts when they are talking to important people because that is a respectful thing to do.
He was quiet for a few moments and then asked if I was going to wear my hat.
He knows that I love my hat and I will wear it to the office from time to time.
I told him I wasn’t planning to wear my hat today.
He didn’t say anything, just looked down at his cereal and finished his breakfast.
I asked him if he wanted me to wear my hat today. To which he replied with a smile, “yes”.
It sounds like a silly thing to voice an opinion on, but the truth is that this little boy has had no control over the events in his life. He didn’t have a say in whether drugs were used or not used in his home as a small child.
He didn’t have a say when he was moved from the only mother he knew to another mother he had never met.
He didn’t have a say when it came to being blessed (or cursed) with two new older sisters and one younger one.
He didn’t have a voice in the courts that decided his fate.
He hasn’t had nearly the control or voice that most children his age have had, and the truth is that the control he does have today is very limited.
So when he asked if I was going to wear my hat today, and then told me he likes it when I wear my hat, what he was really saying was “dad, will you wear your hat today for me?”
He was asking if he could take control of something—even it was just a small thing- for just a few moments.
He was asking—do you love me enough to do what I’m asking you to do? – Do you love me enough to respect my opinion on what you should wear to the office today?
He wasn’t asking for me to wear a hat today because he likes the hat—he was asking me to wear the hat today because he wanted to know if I liked him.
And so I went to the hat rack where we keep the hats and the car keys- – I picked up my hat—and I put it on my head.
And he smiled.
And I smiled.
And we took a picture together.
And then I went to my office—where I had a phone call—with the executive leadership of my company—while wearing a nice shirt—and a baseball hat.
Because I like my son.
I love my son.
And if that means I’m just a little bit less professional for the day…
Then so be it.