“Courage doesn’t always roar, sometimes it’s the quiet voice at the end of the day whispering, ‘I will try again tomorrow.” -Mary Anne Radmacher
Yesterday when you told me you didn’t make the team my heart broke for you. I knew it was your dream. I’ve watched as year after year you practiced twice a day putting your training before all else. I knew the lessons you were learning through dedication to your sport were life lessons few got the opportunity to learn, but I also knew that life lessons were not what you were after; PR’s were what mattered.
I sat at the airport. Waiting. They needed me. Time slowed as I scanned my memories searching for guidance on how to handle the situation. I came up with nothing. I was on my own. My children were in a terrible car accident while I was in Mexico. My son escaped with only a rash on his neck from the seatbelt. However, my ten-year-old daughter, Arielle, was in intensive care. We were told she had a bruise on her spinal cord. She couldn’t move her legs.
We were two hundred and fifty women from around the world. Doctors, teachers, therapists, moms and writers represented just a few of the women I met. The weekend was magical! I attended Spiritual Solutions at the Chopra Center in Carlsbad, California. Generally, upon meeting new people, one of the first questions asked is, “What do you do?” Immediately I felt the difference in being amongst all women when the question was not What do you do? It was, “What brought you here?”
Not long ago my son texted me asking if I could add money to his account because he was in Gainesville where it was quite a bit cooler than Cape Coral, and he had spent what was left in his bank account on a jacket. Like most kids he knew which parent to text. His dad would’ve let him learn a budgeting and packing lesson. I laughed thinking, well he finally got cold enough to wear a coat. His text brought me back eight years earlier to a time when I was teaching fourth grade. Kai, my son, was in the fourth-grade class next door to mine. My friend was his teacher. We had planned to take all the students to St. Augustine, Florida for a weekend field trip.
If this post is a little late I’m blaming having 9 dogs in the house. 9! My husband can’t believe we actually have more dogs than cats. That’s never happened in our twenty-five years together.