…wearing skates, trying to glide with overflowing fear, yet overcoming the fright and moving forward because there are those arms right behind you that have promised never to let you fall. You don’t have to see them, you don’t have to feel them every second…but when you need support, they are right there to hold on to…all you need to do is wave or cry out once or maybe do a short ‘instability’ dance and there they are, giving you all the help you need.
But, of course, there are those moments when you feel like you are going to fall, you scream and shout and do all sorts of drama, still the supportive hands don’t show up because they have more confidence in you than you do. As much as you curse that daring act then, you realize that it’s all worth it; that it’s all part of the teaching-learning process.
…when a toddler, on his still wobbly feet, succeeds in walking past you, on skates. His pace much steadier, mind more fearless, heart more pleased…leaves you wondering where that once bold attitude of yours got dropped during this journey called life. What all growing up does to you – losing the innocence, the brave heart and what not…why oh why?
Learning to skate, relaxing by the river, gulping down ice cream at a newly discovered coffee / ice cream shop afterward…a nice Sunday, all in all. How was yours?