How was your weekend? Where did you go to stretch those courage muscles?
I was all set to go somewhere foreign as my response to my weekend challenge. What I faced instead was a totally different challenge, much bigger than what I was planning to chew.
My 2-year-old got sick. It wasn’t so alarming until her nose started bleeding. I hadn’t seen that much blood since the two were born. We rushed her to the doctor. She was checked and poked. There was a lot of crying and struggling and screaming. It was difficult for us. It led me to face my fear of blood and of needles. It brought me pain. It brought me to tears. It definitely summoned a level of courage that I have yet to build up. My daughter, on the other hand, was braver than me. Feisty, even. She is okay now.
When I decided to become a parent, I knew at some point, it will call for a higher form of courage. It is a difficult kind of courage that you can only muster because of your love for your child. I knew this courage even before my first child came. I’ve seen this courage in the face. I’ve seen it in my mom’s when she had to single-handedly kill a snake (no kidding) who had cornered me in my bedroom. I was about 14 years old. Only me and my mom in the house. My dad was traveling. It was in the middle of the night. My mom has a very serious fear of snakes. And yet there she was, “dealing” with it, for my sake. And right there, I knew that no one else can be as brave as my mom.
Despite everything that happened over the weekend, I am grateful. I am grateful for the gift of good health. I am grateful to see my daughter’s spirit and my husband’s patience. I am grateful to be reminded of my mother’s strength that I have seen growing up. I am grateful for this newfound inspiration that I can take along with me in this year’s journey to courage.
I hope you had a much better weekend, and a happier story to share of the step you took towards Courage. Here’s to a more meaningful and inspired journey.