On Friday we were leaving school & Sam & all of her friends went running down the sidewalk. Sophie, fully believing she’s at least 3, took off after them. I knew those fat little toddler thighs couldn’t keep up with the pace of her upper half & before there was anything I could do she was sprawled out on the concrete. Her first true scrapped knees. Boy she screamed but being the tough little nugget she is she threw a few punches in the air, got out her frustration & moved on.
We were home not even 5 minutes later & as I talking with a neighbor in our driveway Sam started running around in circles showing off. The words “Don’t run on the pavement, if you fall…” were cut off with a ::SMACK:: “WAHHHH!!!”
As I had them both sitting on my bed & was cleaning off their knees I told them that I know it burns but they’re going to get lots of scrapped knees in their life, it’s just part of being a kid. Sam gave me a look like, “You crazy? I’m never running anywhere again!”
I got to thinking later that I’m just like a little girl who keeps scrapping her knees. I put myself out there trusting & hoping for life to be better & sometimes it is, but life will also inevitably let you down. You fall flat on your face & it burns like hell. Often it’s the exact same scrape, over & over & over again.
I wonder if people who are closed off have just scrapped their knee too many times & finally learned to stop getting hurt. I would see someone like that & feel bad for them, how hopeless. Now I’m starting to wonder if I’m just a fool & they’ve finally wised up.
Whether it’s a relationship with a lover, a family member or a career endeavor when does persistence make you a fool?