Today Billies soccer team the Cheetahs hit the field. I am a lucky mom as I get to be on the bench most of the games as I am the official manager of 13, 8 year old girls. It is a intense job of lace tying, gate opening , and occasional tear wiper after the mean girl on the other team steps on their toes. During one of the shift changes I told Anna that I was an expect on soccer shoes laces. She looked at me with the most glorious big eyes to declare all of the things she was really good at.. singing...writing, dancing and obviously soccer. I was amazed at the self confidence this beautiful little girl had. At what point does society rob her of this gift of knowing what she is good at? If I asked her in 5 years would she be able to tell me what she is good at with such enthusiasm? Probably not, and tragic really... I am reading the four agreements and the first agreement is being impeccable with your words. This is a huge lesson in itself. How easily we can say things in passing when we are tired or frustrated but can make such an imprint on someone else. I know I am guilty. I can think of many occasions when I spoke and she have been silent. I am sure when I was 8, I was a good singer too. Not sure what happened to my singing career, might have been the introduction of the Organ. Serious childhood trauma, and a entire blog for another night.
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