#7. From the Mouths of Babes
When the bills pile up and succeeding in my life seems to be impossible feat, my son always drops a whopper to make me laugh. Even when he doesn’t know it, he throws out a sort of life raft that inspires me to keep going.
When he was about two years old, we were grocery shopping in a store geared towards low-income people. I was feeling lost and ashamed to be in such a store. My son was riding in the cart, and began to point at a woman who was shopping near us in the same aisle. Suddenly, at the top of his lungs, he started shouting, “WHORE! WHORE!” at the poor unsuspecting shopper. I froze.
My son was calling some strange woman a whore.
Where did he learn such a word? Oh my Lord… The woman looked mortified. Then I noticed that the woman had a picture of a horse on her shirt. I tried to explain that my son was in fact stating the word “horse”, but her English wasn’t very good. (Interesting that the word ‘whore’ crosses all linguistic boundaries…) After she was out of sight, I laughed so hard that I cried. A little laughter sure goes a long way.
Around the same time, about eight years ago, I couldn’t find a job for the life of me. Legal bills were ridiculously high, and I was flat broke. I took my son for a walk around the neighbourhood and we passed a Dollar Store. My son desperately wanted some trinket on display. I didn’t even have a dollar. I couldn’t even get him a toy that cost one dollar. After we went back to our apartment, I clumsily tripped on my own foot and went head first into the corner of a table. That was the straw that broke the camels back. I burst into tears.
I felt like a total loser. I was broke, unable to spare a single dollar and bleeding. My son asked me why I was crying. I replied, “I just can’t make anything work. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get you that toy.” (I was actually sorry that this amazing kid was stuck with a loser like me for a mother.) He wrapped his little arms around me and said, “Mommy, I love you. Just believe in yourself.” I kid you not. I wiped the tears away from my face, and my demeanor changed instantly. I straightened up, and said, “Okay”.
I didn’t have any money. And I didn’t have a job. But I was the most important person to this incredibly amazing child. And that made me the most important person in the world. That sentiment has carried me through and still makes my heart sing.
So when you’re down, and have no idea what you are going to do, you don’t have to look any further than your own child/children to know that you are special. And whatever issue you have WILL pass. What remains is the infinite love and special relationship that you have with the greatest person/people in your world. Your kid/kids.