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What are we hoping for?

 



Last month, a chance encounter with the CEO of another organization in the hallway set off a chain of events that, three weeks later, found me sitting in a mediation session with two warring colleagues. I work for a charity in a building shared by other charities, surrounded by charitable people for whom alternative dispute resolution is an easy sell. The reasons for this, however, require an uncomfortable acknowledgment of a variety of stereotypes that I don’t feel secure enough to list.

The colleagues in question, despite both self-identifying as reasonable people, could not quite reach a resolution on their core disagreement. My strategically placed grapes and custard creams could not de-escalate the palpable tension in the room, with anger and frustration fizzing almost visibly in the air. And yet, despite the thickly oppressive atmosphere blinding my optimism, many smaller, bite-sized agreements were made collaboratively, which, in the moment, gave me hope—and perhaps the parties hope—that further resolution could be reached post-mediation. Sadly, that was not the case.

Having submitted a post-mediation report and tendered my invoice, I received a friendly but disappointed email from the CEO, dismayed that a more thorough resolution could not be reached. Her words did not explicitly judge my abilities. In fact, I’m relatively confident that they didn’t judge my abilities at all, explicitly or implicitly. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was supposed to get them the result they wanted, rather than the result the participants found. Of course, I am aware that if a peer, employee, or student of mine were to seek my advice on a similar situation, I’d assure them that they, as the mediator, are not necessarily responsible for the outcome—and certainly not for the perception of that outcome by a non-participant, commissioner or not. And yet, as is often the case, it is hard to take your own medicine.

And so, the question is… is it a mistake for a mediator to care about the outcome of a mediation?

Lest I be accused of simply moaning about perceived judgment of a less-than-favorable outcome by a commissioning partner, this applies to seemingly positive outcomes as well. In the very same week, I received an email to thank me for group mediation work that took place about a year prior. Generously, in fact, I’d say overly so, the sender shared a substantial amount of credit with myself and my co-mediator for transformative effects within the staff team, along with personal anecdotes of her own mediation-inspired empowerment in her role. I was, I am not ashamed to admit, beaming from ear to ear as I strutted like a peacock to share the good news with my mediation partner.

My overwhelming desire is to own at least a piece of this positive outcome. And why not? Mediation can be a tough gig—one filled with moments of vulnerability and disappointment. Surely, we must celebrate the “wins” lest we lose hope in the whole process. What then do we have to offer our clients if hope is taken off the table?

“Overall, sustaining hope in individuals after long-drawn conflict will not be successful without a hope-mediator, armed with creative pathways, distinct goals, and commitment to help disputants exit their conflict environment for a better life.”[1]

I believe that mediators instinctively understand that instilling hope in their clients is a valuable, significant, and necessary part of their role. Hope that change can happen and that things can be better in the future, starting now, in this place and time. To suggest that when those changes, improvements, and future successes appear, we are not to accept any of the credit—or at the very least, find some joy in our contribution to the outcome—may be to fundamentally misunderstand why many of us step into this arena in the first place, surely?

If I must accept my role in the “hope” of mediation, must I accept my role in the “disappointment” of mediation?

Of course, a compelling argument may be that these successes are not only present in the outcome of the process but embedded within the process itself. Recency bias may see many—mediator included—unable to recall recognitions and empowerment shifts that took place in the first hour of the mediation if the second hour is defined by back-and-forth bickering and a crushing lack of resolution. A protective maneuver for the ego-bashed mediator may be to say, “Well… they didn’t get an agreement, but…” followed by a list of hastily patched successes desperately clawed back from the brink of defeat. And yet, when in pre-mediation with our clients, reaching a positive outcome is undoubtedly near, if not at the very top, of their hopes for the session. If this desire for a positive outcome is shared by both parties, and we agree to mediate their case, how can we not feel disappointed? Perhaps we should feel disappointed that we couldn’t help them get there—not because we don’t see those extra “wee magic moments” that may make it all worthwhile for us, but because they can’t see them. I have sat in many peer support sessions where mediators have expressed, me included, that whilst the parties did not reach agreement, they did have a positive conversation, remained calm, and seemed to listen and understand each other better. Is it our role to point these out to the clients, so that they too might share these alternative positive outcomes?

Maybe so… Maybe not.

I am reminded of the story of the Chinese farmer:

A farmer and his son had a beloved horse who helped the family earn a living. One day, the horse ran away, and their neighbors exclaimed, “Your horse ran away! What terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not.”

A few days later, the horse returned home, leading a few wild horses back to the farm as well. The neighbors shouted out, “Your horse has returned and brought several horses home with him! What great luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not.”[2]

The story continues with each event—whether good or bad fortune on the surface—being met with the simple phrase “maybe so, maybe not.” Any attempt to forecast an event’s long-term outcome may be foolish in and of itself when the successive events that follow are wholly unpredictable. If we allow ourselves to follow the mantra of the farmer in the parable, we can enter the mediation space less concerned about the future and more concerned about the present. Mediation as mindfulness, perhaps.

Back to the question: is it a mistake for a mediator to care about the outcome of a mediation?

Maybe so, maybe not.



[1] Emmy Irobi, 'Sustaining and Nurturing Hope In A Mediation Process' (Mediate, 26th January ) <https://mediate.com/sustaining-and-nurturing-hope-in-a-mediation-process/> accessed 7 April 2025

[2] Jay Mavani, 'Maybe so, maybe not We’ll see' (Medium, 8th September) <https://blog.jaymavs.xyz/maybe-so-maybe-not-well-see-c35f53da68e1> accessed 7 April 2025

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