My son Jake mastering the thrill of the ride!
By now most kids are in full swing of the school year and may have been asked by their new teachers to write a paragraph about what they did on their summer vacation. Well, at least that’s what teachers used to do back in the day!
So, I felt compelled to reflect on my summer and write my adventures!
I hadn’t really thought about it until the end of August on a beautiful day at the beach. The ocean was really warm (warm enough for me to get wet up to my knees!) and the sun fed my soul as I sat with my toes digging into the sand; hands clenched on the sides of my beach chair and watched my 11-year-old-son dive head first into the waves!
My hoped-for relaxing day at the beach was no longer. I was reminded that the only way I could enjoy one of those kinds of beach days was to go alone. I glanced over at my 17-year-old daughter with ear buds in place, relaxing, tapping her foot to the beat reverberating in her ears and “doing the beach” the way I had at her age. A pang of envy surged. Then the sharp contrast of my current reality came into focus. Here I was poised and at the ready to run into the rollicking foam to save my son. Thankfully this wasn’t necessary. Call it overprotective or just plain not crazy when I don’t have control, but it appeared I was the only mother screaming at the water’s edge for the safety of their child. I will one day learn how to be one of “them” (well, maybe not) and just sit calmly on the blanket reading a book while Mother Nature had her way with their child.
When my son surfaced he was frustrated and angry. He wanted to conquer the waves. To beat and overpower them.
Stumbling to his feet he made his way over to me and I tried to give him some tips and let him to keep trying. What the voice in my head really, really wanted to do was to crazy glue him to the blanket next to me, so that he couldn’t subject himself – or me – to the battering of the ocean any further. Not wanting to instill my fears and insecurities upon him, I did what any good mom would do – I prayed.
I held my breath and watched him, again and again, take a beating and barreling. Each time he came up he was frustrated and pissed. One of my son’s gifts is the persistence he applies to things that he wants to accomplish. So, he took a couple of breaths, scowled at the waves, rejected my advice, took a couple of more breaths and then went at it again – with a vengeance.
After a few more times, he began to think to himself (without admitting to me of course) that maybe his mom knew a thing or two about riding his boogie board back to shore. Not that I blame him for doubting me. He knows his mother well. This type of adventure and activity is not high on my achievement list.
But I did know a thing or two about life and the numerous times I felt beat up and tossed around by the waves of fear, uneasiness, doubt and disappointment. I have tumbled. And I have also risen.
Now, he held his boogie board under his arm and walked out a bit. He teetered from side to side, resisting the movement of the ocean and kept moving forward until he was past the break of the waves. And this time without hesitation, when the next swell of salty sea rose up, my son placed his boogie board in the ocean, climbed on top and road into shore!! Woohoo! He did it with gusto, impeccable timing and a mighty dollop of joy!
I watched with delight (o.k. a little fear too). I began thinking about how you never know what the next wave will be like and that maybe it would be too big for him and maybe he would tumble and maybe, maybe, maybe.
He too was thinking about how you never know what the next wave will be like. Only the thoughts that followed for him sounded something like: “I don’t know what will happen next and isn’t this exciting? I can’t wait to test my new skills? I can’t wait to feel the exhilaration and energy rush again!”
So there I was on an ordinary day in August and my son had taught me some valuable lessons about boogie boarding and life!
1. If you can move past the discomfort, with consistent action, you find yourself on the other side of what seemed impossible to conquer.
2. Timing is everything!
3. Just because you get knocked down (a bunch of times), doesn’t mean you can’t find another way to get up.
4. When you keep doing the same thing and getting the same undesired results, stand up and try something different. (thank you Einstein).
5. It’s much more fun to move your power into the flow of the nature of things than it is to dive head first into opposition.
6. Don’t be afraid to surrender and feel the whoosh of joy!
Paula G. Rosario
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