I actually have several reasons why I don't resent my witness upbringing, but it sure came in handy today.
Last year I posted about helping 50 kids run in the Seattle Kids Marathon at my daughter's school. The event was a blast and while it was a ton of work, seeing the joy on the kids' faces when they crossed the finish line made it all worth it.
This morning I spoke to the entire student body at my daughter's school at their monthly spirit assembly. If I hadn't been raised a witness, giving talks from the time I was five, I never would have attempted such a thing. It went well. I was nervous but kept telling myself they are just a bunch of kids (550 of them plus staff and probably 20-30 parents) and I had lots of props as well as eight kids who ran it with me last year whom I interviewed.
I'm very glad that part is over but it really went well.
I am co-president of the PTA as well. The other co-prez and I have to make a little presentation of an award to two staff members at each assembly. I introduced us and made my presentation to the teacher and then stepped back for my co-prez to present hers. She was standing in front of the mike not uttering a sound. I looked at her and she's muttering "help me out, help me out" so I did hers too. She was absolutely horrified that she couldn't do it but is quite terrified at the prospect of public speaking. If only she had been raised a witness too....