Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A Christmas Carol in September
I heard them talking for the animals and making all sorts of sounds to represent engines and falling people and it was just a thing to behold. As usual, that got me thinking about what is going through their heads. Kids' brains are just amazing. They are always thinking and imagining. Mine is always thinking to, but not in the same way. They seem to have no trouble making noises and developing story-lines and including their surroundings to accommodate the situations in their games.
What do we adults do? We tell them to "settle down", "watch out for the fireplace", "quit rough-housing", etc. We try to manage the situations, while children just seem to go with them. They have no inhibitions, while we are just all crumpled up with them. Much of these inhibitions I learned from my parents and other "helpful" adults. But are we being helpful when we put limitations on them?
Oh sure, I guess. We want to ensure their safety and make sure the vase doesn't break, but is that our real motivation? I can't help but think about the old story of a lobster who tried to crawl out of the lobster trap (they have no tops). But he couldn't because the other lobsters at the bottom kept pulling him back down. I wonder if we adults don't do that to our kids. We're old and crabby, so lets make our kids the same way. I don't think we're intentionally trying to do this, but we do it nevertheless.
So why am I crabby these days? As many of you know, I was diagnosed with a heart condition about 3 years ago and another chronic ailment 5 years ago which I won't get into now (trust me, you don't want to know). I believe my fear surrounding these two conditions has turned me into a crabby-pants. I know I used to love to play with my kids and I loved to go outside. Now it seems like I just want to stay inside and not push myself too hard. Why? Fear, it's as simple as that.
I know I blogged about this a while ago, but I wanted to touch on it again, because I think fear is a powerful thing. Now I see how fear controls me, and it's not so simple a thing to get around as I thought earlier. My kids don't have fear, or at least not this kind. Because of that freedom, they are willing to let themselves go where ever their imaginations will take them. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in the chair - frozen and unwilling to get out, unless it means walking over to another chair.
It would appear that I've got a long way to go. I only hope it doesn't take the 3 spirits of Christmas to get me out of my chains.
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