The Loose End of Leadership

Late-Lee, I’ve been thinking about my mom. It’s September. Not only does it mark her birthday on 9/19, but it also marks the very last day I spoke to her in 2013. I’m always a little more emotional during this time, and so many memories of her and our times together flood my thoughts.
One of those memories is watching her sitting in her chair crocheting beautiful afghans, scarves, and other things. Once, I picked up one of her balls of yarn while talking to her. It slipped out of my hands, rolled across the room, and began to unravel. She looked at me and said, “Rhonda Marie, how will you fix that?”
The thing about a ball of yarn is that it only looks simple from the outside. Once it unravels, you see how easily it can tangle. Leadership often feels the same way. From the outside, people see the neatness. They see the smile and the confidence, but they don’t know how much effort it takes to keep it wrapped together.
I’ve been reading posts lately from leaders who are already questioning if they made the right choice to step into this work. They face angry parents, struggling classrooms, high expectations, and low resources. They’re asking if it’s worth it. I can feel their unraveling in their words, and it takes me back to many days when I felt the same.
I remember crying quietly in my bathroom at work after making a decision that left some people angry or hurt. I remember losing sleep night after night as my mind replayed conversations and weighed consequences. I wondered if I had chosen the harder right or the wrong one. I remember the deep pain in the pit of my stomach as I walked into school, knowing I was about to face something that would test every ounce of strength I had. I even remember telling my superintendent once that maybe I wasn’t the right person for the job.
I carried bruises. Literal ones from the times I was hit, kicked, or bitten by students struggling with emotions too big for them to handle. The bruises on my skin eventually faded, but their reminders filled my mind with questions, doubts, and the enormous weight of wondering whether I was enough.
Those were the times when the yarn felt dangerously close to unraveling. I was convinced that if the loose end got tugged, I’d never be able to wrap myself back up again. I still feel that way.
But here’s what I’ve learned: unraveling doesn’t always mean failure. Sometimes it’s part of the work of leading. Sometimes it allows us to re-weave ourselves into something more substantial, wiser, and compassionate.
If you’re a leader who feels that same knot in your stomach, who sees the bruises (both visible and hidden) as proof of the battles you’re fighting, know this—you’re not alone. Leadership doesn’t mean keeping the yarn perfectly wound. It means learning to breathe even when it unravels, and trusting that with time and care, you can knit it back together into something new.
Even though it’s been since 2013, I can still hear my mom’s voice: “Rhonda Marie, now how are you going to fix that?” If she were here now, I think I’d tell her, “I’m not sure I can fix it, but I can roll it back up differently. It’s the same yarn and can still be used to create something beautiful.” Because the beauty isn’t in keeping the yarn wound tight. It’s in what we create together with it that matters.


















