It’s difficult to describe the moment you realize you’re on the right track.
And that moment came to me today, when I very matter-of-factly explained to my 7 year-old that in addition to becoming an inventor, fashion designer and mommy, she could also be a writer because, didn’t she know that besides her own mother, my parents had each written a book?
I retrieved them from our library and set them next to one another.
It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to write. And don’t we all experience those phases in life? The tide that ebbs and flows.
I was chatting with another mom earlier about the prospect of my daughter joining a competitive athletic team. She shared the benefits: learning how to lose, how to win, how to handle disappointment and support others, among other things. They were great, valid points and I appreciated her input. I always love a different perspective than my own.
But my response was, “eh”. I like vacations. I like lazy Saturday weekends as opposed to rushing to the field or meet. I like dancing in my jammies with my kids in the kitchen while making pancakes in place of best times, trophies, baskets or goals. I’m sure she does, too, to an extent. But it all begs the question: To what end?
For her, the sacrifice of the initial investment is worth the long-time payout.
For me, the gift of today calls me.
I believe in trying most (good) things, at least once. I believe in trying again, when you fail or are fearful. I believe “real” work doesn’t truly begin until you push yourself out of your comfort zone.
It’s my responsibility to encourage my child to come into her own and to provide the resources available to help her achieve her goals.
But I also believe that we are each born with our innate gifts and it is up to us to listen to those gifts speak their truth.
So even though my daughter is gifted at the piano, I allow her to quit when encouraging her to practice overpowers her desire to play.
And when my other daughter has an anxiety attack over performing in the holiday production, I hug her and reassure her that, IT’S OK. She doesn’t have to sing.
Because, at the end of the day, what is the End Goal?
For us, it is health, happiness and confidence- the ability to tune in to our heart- to pay attention to when it whispers and listen to when it roars.
Nearly a decade ago, my husband and I hiked ten miles down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon to visit Havasu Falls. This is an incredibly vast and remote stretch of desert; a place people have died after taking the wrong turn. Needless to say, we made sure to keep our eyes open for the trail markers to lead us down the right path.