Saturday, November 8, 2008

Life

Interesting how life can teach us lessons. Ok well teach me lessons, all the time.

Little Julie has had her first lose teeth for ages now. Long enough for big teeth to come in behind them. It was time for them to come out. She was not wanting another dentist visit. After playing with one for ages, her big brother helped her take it out and I had a toothless wonder.
Yesterday she was stoked about taking out the second one. But she was so tired, I talked her into going to sleep instead. This morning she'd had to much time to think about it and was all a-flutter. She was scared how much it was going to hurt.
Yet it needed to come out. The more anyone tried to help her the more stressed she became.
It was getting rather ridiculous. I took her in my arms and just held her, rocking and soothing my little jewel. Sending her calm until she was better. We talked. Just her and I. Me trying to reason with a scared six year old about the wisdom of having someone help her take out that tooth. It was just to hard, and it needed to come out. She did not want anyone coming near her with plyers of anykind.
She decided after alot of stalling to try and take it out herself. And in my oh so wise parental wisdom - yeah right - I let her have those seconds. I counted and she gave it her best effort. I didn't think she could do it and that I would end up forcing her to take the help that I saw she needed. How arrogant am I?
I cheered my little one on anyway. And I learned that my focus can do big things for me and some for a little girl who just wanted her mommy.
Julie pulled out her own tooth. In putting in her best efforts and turning on her determined will, it came out all on its own before she'd really gotten started.
And it didn't hurt that bad.
And she did not need me to do it for her. She needed me to be there for her.
Something so simple made such a difference.
No drama, no scaring, no trauma
It was a positive thing for her. And a lesson in humility and humanity for me her mother.
I do not know it all. Sometimes help wears many colours. Not just doing it for someone either. But supporting and cheering, standing beside/behind while they get it done on their own.
I learned I could take that role on.

Interesting.
Life.

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