You guys, guess what? It’s almost the end of October!
Know how I know? I have pretty much run out of things to talk about.
All day long, I couldn’t think of one single thing that I might say that you might care about.
I sat here staring at the computer screen for….quite a while, and I just kept typing a sentence and deleting it. Such is writing sometimes.
So here I sat.
I could have told you about my day, or what we’ve been up to lately, but no one wants to read my diary – waste of time.
I decided that I will just tell you about the only thing I’ve learned today. I learned it from Aidan, and it’s the only reason I’m writing anything at all today.
This kid, you guys.
He’s just his own person, and it’s so fantastic to watch.
I was working on a bunch of projects out in the driveway for a few hours today so I had the kids out front with me.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Aidan donned his shark helmet (seriously, I die.) and considered what to ride first. Gosh, being 5 is so hard, isn’t it? Decisions, decisions….
Finally, he quietly picked his scooter and hopped on. He took off like a bat outta….the garage.
Pretty soon, I heard a crash in the neighbor’s driveway followed by a whimper. I waited to see how serious it was. Limping back with a scowl on his face, he traded his bike for his scooter.
I watched as he shook off his last fall and hopped on the bike. I went back to my projects and it was smooth sailing for about thirty minutes. I turned around just in time to see Aidan cut the corner into the driveway just a little bit short. He laid out the bike, scraping up his whole left side.
After some actual tears and dusting off his knees, he picked himself up and hopped back up on the bike.
He kept trying riskier tricks as the afternoon wore on. Over and over he crashed.
The last fall of the evening was the worst, resulting in immediate bruising and a significant amount of scraping and blood.
With tears still streaming down his face, he set his bike back in the garage.
Eyeing his black feet, dirt and tear stained face, and his bloody knees, I ran a bath.
As he lowered himself gingerly into the warm water, he said confidently, “I’m gonna try again tomorrow, Mom. I’ll probably get it tomorrow.”
So here’s all I learned today, and the only reason why I even sat down to write at all:
You have to keep showing up. Sometimes you’ll crash and burn all day long. But when you show up tomorrow, you’re just a little bit tougher and a little bit wiser than you were yesterday. And tomorrow, you just might get it. Just keep showing up.
cover photo: Leigh Anthony Dehaney