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-Jen

Brick Walls and Getting Back Up

Brick Walls and Getting Back Up

Reese Mae has a little three wheeled scooter that she's been cruising for years. She whips around like the wind on that thing. Flying at mach speed, shooting my heart rate way up every time. Little brother has detected the fun and has been walking straight up to her and ripping the scooter out of her bare hands, sometimes pulling her hair to finish the steal. (we're working on this, heaven help us all!) 

He's new to the balance and rhythm of her scooter. Feeling brave, I took the kids on a ride around the block, Van on the scooter and Reese on her bike. Yes, in mommy hood world, this is superhero stuff. A few houses down, the little man was having trouble keeping his balance and kept falling. Fall after fall, I saw him unfazed. Mastering that scooter was his mission and nothing could stop him. 

"Hunny, want me to carry you?" I found myself rescuing. "It's okay babe, mama hold you, come here." I opened my arms wide. He ignored my saving and popped right back up. Every single time, even after crashing into a freaking brick wall. It didn't even phase him, the wall or the falling. He simply kicked his scooter back up and held the handles tight, letting the scooter whisk him away again. 

His determination was killer. Well, shit. I was convicted. Not in a guilty way, in a freeing way. This boy was showing me the freedom of failing and getting right back up. No shame. He literally just ran into a brick wall in front of his friends and had no shame. None, not an ounce of it. It's like he didn't notice anyone was even watching. 

I was reminded, there is NO shame in failing. It's such an intricate part of the learning process. We fail, we get back up. Sounds simple, but sometimes I want to slam into my wall and cry for five days with endless scoops of rocky road, thank you very much. 

Is the fear of what others will say stopping me from getting back up? From trying again? 

Take it from sweet V, keep on rockin. (who is not quite as sweet now that he's two..that's another blog post.

So, to you.. .Don't be afraid to fail and fall. Holy heavens, have I failed. Failure isn't failure, it's a part of the process, an opportunity to grow. You WILL be stronger after this, lean in. Humility in the process is the brave part, and getting back up is the warrior part. I'm proud of you, keep on scootin' into brick walls, one day you'll be flyin mach speed. 

Mama J (on 3 hours of sleep) yawwnnn

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