“Kids fall down a lot.” That’s what I told my almost 4-year old daughter tonight at bedtime. I lay with her each night. We talk about her day, who she played with at her preschool, what she wants to wear tomorrow, and other deep life philosophies.
Today, she fell on the playground. She scraped her knee and now has a bright band-aid with a pink heart covering the bobo. I call it a bobo. What do you call it? Anyway, she told me more than once that her knee hurt really bad. “Momma, why does my knee hurt… it hurts when I touch it and it hurts when I don’t touch it… why did I fall?” “You just lost your balance, baby,” I told her. “Kids fall down a lot.”
As I spoke those words, I thought – adults fall down a lot, too. But we don’t usually have the cheering squad that kids do – the people that are telling us to dust it off, get back up, try again. Why is that? Why does that go away as we get older?
Then there are some of us that don’t fall, because we’re too scared to risk it. We’ve conditioned ourselves to stay in our comfort zones and not run full speed across that playground like our preschool children.
Let’s run. Let’s take the risks. Let’s cheer each other on. More than anything, let’s be our own cheerleaders. Believe in yourself. Believe in your talent.
When I was in Iraq, a few of us would get together maybe once a month and make pineapple upside-down cake in a crockpot, tucked away in our metal building inside a bunker. We’d laugh, we’d talk about home, and more than anything we’d just support each other. Adults need that, too. You don’t need a squad or 10 people that show up with you everywhere you go. But you do need one or two really good friends – the kind that get you and love you no matter what.
Find them. Be good to them. Let them be good to you. Be honest. Support each other. Encourage each other to step out of the comfort zone, and maybe even fall. Then get back up and do it again.