The other day, O had
a scrape on her ankle. This was one of
those awesome scrapes that stayed kind of oozy, and of course I lapsed on
keeping a bandaid on it, and so naturally it got stuck to her sock as part of the healing
process. As I got O ready for her bath, I yanked the sock off, not knowing this
would result in screaming and blood gushing everywhere. As O was crying she kept saying over and over how she
didn't want to go back to school. After exploring this a bit, it turned out
that O was afraid to go back to where she got hurt (the school
playground). This event was so
traumatic she never wanted to be in the
place where the trauma could happen again.
Turns out, I knew
exactly how O felt. That feeling of
being so hurt, so scared, so confused as to why something painful was happening
--I mean, why the hell did taking my sock off hurt so bad?! -- that the only thing you can think of is
how to avoid it EVER happening again.
It's such a natural, human response, at any age to choose to avoid pain,
or even the chance of pain. A
relationship ends painfully - why not avoid getting close to anyone again? It
can be tough not being an expert in a new job - why not stay put in a job where at
least you can be knowledgeable and can avoid failure? You hurt a friend - why
not stay distant from people so as not to expose your shortcomings?
O and I talked about
what she was feeling. And I told her a few stories of how Mama got owies -
including a particularly embarrassing one where I passed out while running, hit
my head on the asphalt and even had a car stop to see why I was laying on the side
of the road. I walked home feeling shaky, embarrassed and wondering what the hell just
happened.
But then I told her how I still run -- because it is good for me, and keeps my body and mind healthy. And that I just focus on how to make sure I didn’t get hurt again in that way (lesson learned: don’t run in 90 degree D.C. weather, up a hill and then stop, bend over and tie your shoe). And even though it was a scary, painful experience, I couldn't let it stop me from doing something I loved.
At the conclusion of my story, O proclaimed "Mama, that owie is NO problem. I'm not going to let that owie stop me from doing ANYTHING!" I think in that moment I had never been so proud of her. And yet again - lessons learned from a 4 year old.
We can't let those owies be a problem -- whether they are from a failed relationship, trying and failing at something new, realizing we are not perfect by a long shot or falling down while running. Do we learn from them and seek to do better, choose better? Absolutely. Should we try to avoid potentially life threatening situations? Um, yes :-) But for me, I strive to learn so I can do what I love, so that I can still love and so that I can be loved. Embrace my imperfections, my mistakes -- and still live life to the fullest. We cannot be afraid of a relationship not working - otherwise the choice is to be alone. We cannot be afraid of doing something new - otherwise the choice to be bored and not grow. We cannot be afraid of showing others that we are not perfect - otherwise the choice to not learn, grow and be loved.
I have been doing a
lot more yoga lately. I find it is a
great physical representation of the battle my heart and mind go through. I
have to remember to breathe, I have to be forgiving and accepting of myself and
my abilities, and I have to be willing to trust myself to go to new
places. This may mean doing a pose or
NOT doing a pose. The other night, I had a "moment." I was in the standing splits pose which is
prep for doing a handstand. And for weeks I had just been hanging out there,
not trying to do the handstand. In that
pose, it just doesn't FEEL like you can get to handstand. You don't have any
momentum - you feel stuck. Plus I just have a general fear of flopping around loudly
in an otherwise pristine yoga studio. Man, what a parallel to moments in my life
over the last couple of years.
But then I made a
well-educated decision to say screw it - my body felt good and if my 4 year old
can get over her skin being ripped off, I can certainly try the handstand. And
so I tried. And I kind of got up. Momentarily. With minimal flopping. And then
I did it again and again.
So despite past
pain, past failures -- it is nice to find the internal momentum to just move
from where you are stuck. To forgive yourself and love yourself enough to take
chances and seek out new experiences, even if there is a risk of getting hurt.
So some may say "feel the fear and do it anyway" -- I'm going with "That owie is no
problem. "
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