We always find a way don’t we.
I reckon if you cut me open, the word ‘Compromise’ would run through me like a stick of rock.
I hate conflict and sometimes you reach a point where you have to compromise rather than argue a point.
As a foster parent in the past, I recall many instances of weighing up aspects of visiting children to those residential and things could get a little sticky!
I like to think I showed no preference or favouritism to either, taking into account what was needed, what was wanted, and what was affordable!
Food likes and dislikes were probably the most argued, the resident kids wondering why they had to eat liver but the visitor got a sausage in their casserole. The compromise followed that the kids all got a sausage from the casserole but had the liver gravy.
Compromise is a half promise, no-one getting exactly what they want but meeting somewhere in the middle that is acceptable to all.