As the kids are getting older, I’m trying to pass down life lessons which I’ve picked up along the way. The other day I messed up, and when explaining to L, I told her that it’s not always the mistake that matters but whether you make up for it.
To be totally honest, that was something I thought of on the spot, but it is definitely true. As life lessons go, not getting something right is par for the course, yet resolving the situation will be how it shapes you. Obviously there’s a few exceptions to that rule.
This morning Mr T didn’t want to go to school, and I brought out the old ‘fake it til you make it’ mantra. I suggested that even if he wasn’t wanting to, he must try and feel brave and failing all else, pretend to be. He liked that, and I think the promise of a secret surprise at 3pm helped too. Often having some tiny crumb of a coping mechanism can just carry you through, can’t it, whatever the challenge?
When you’re a child, you don’t realise that the adults around you haven’t necessarily figured life lessons out anymore than you have. I think that is one of the toughest things about being a grown up- I am essentially a struggling 6 year old in a 34 year old’s body some days. Other times I feel calm and collected, but this is definitely all one big learning curve.
Sometimes exciting, sometimes scary and always an adventure, I feel privileged to pass on the lessons I’ve learnt from life. And hope that one day, my kids will think back and remember these coping skills they’ve garnered from me. I’m also equally prepared for the stuff I say which will be deeply embarrassing and/or completely useless. Next life lesson: you most certainly can’t win them all.