*Tomorrow is my birthday. Tomorrow I will be old (okay, okay not really….I’ll be 37) I noticed it feels a bit like spring outside as we finished up a few errands and on a whim I grabbed a hula hoop from the toy department. I have never been successful at hula hooping but it looks so stinkin’ fun! And I was inspired by this….
Anyway I bought a hoop right….the kids and I tried it out….and I could not do it. I watched video after video (hooping is so easy, I just taught an 80 yr old woman to do it. Blah blah blah) Defeated and mostly feeling old and fat (I blame everything on being fat) I almost gave up and then I read something interesting. Turns out that the hoop must be a whole lot bigger than the ones you find in the toy section to work. It wasn’t because I didn’t have the ability, it wasn’t because I was old and it certainly wasn’t because I am fat….it wasn’t me at all, it was the tool.
I immediately thought of my children. These little guys are trying to navigate a scary world with inferior tools and often rather than recognizing it isn’t the child that is the problem, it’s the tools that they are using I become frustrated and discouraged. So I ordered a bigger hula hoop and decided to focus a bit more giving these little ones the tools they need. Survival skills are important but just like a too small hoop you can’t keep them spinning for long. In the end you are worn out and the hoop is still on the floor.
*so, um yeah…today is my birthday…this got published late. Hey, if I wasn’t late I wouldn’t show up at all….