"Miss miss here is my permission to slip fail. Please let my soul learn from me being playful against your strict rules. Pls, let me play outside when it is raining and not just when it is dry. And pls let celebrate all of my mistakes not just my winnings."
Imagine if our parents and teachers encouraged us to fail and fail with gusto? How different will life be now?
I remember the stress as a child of having to get A's (ok B's ... ok C's you got me) and the fear of not being smart or good enough if I didn't match up to the education standards.
Being a 'normal' kid wasn't easy for me. I struggled with severe dyslexia. I had no idea back then that my school journey was one where I would have to work twice as hard to be allowed to stay at school.
My mother was told "if I couldn't 'keep up' I would have to 'step out' and go to another school for students 'of my kind'. I remember those words said in front of me by the school Principal like it was yesterday.
Luckily, I had (still have) a powerful mother and that she made it her mission to get me the best help she could find. And I would learn how to be a 'normal' academic student.
That was the start of years of extra tuition. I guess they were my mentors helping me rearrange how I saw and interpreted the world.
In life, we are born into circumstances and situations that are not 'ideal'; yet there are the first encounters that shape us and give us character strengths. When we connect the dots backwards, these same experiences are now part of what makes us unique and part of our purpose.
If you could go back in time, what would you say to that gorgeous innocent self?
What wise words from your wise-self would you share?
I know for me it would be something like this ...
"Susie (that is what my parents called me), you may feel, not smart enough, awkward right now and that you do not fit, but guess what my little one you weren't born ever to fit!"