Javier can’t seem to keep his feet on the ground. He’s constantly climbing, hanging off the walls and rails, and anything can be used as a footstool for his little curious feet.
He likes to feel the wind in his hair. Maybe it’s indeed cooler up there.
And the world probably looks more interesting from this angle…
Inevitably…there are falls.
(PS. I wasn’t being mean when I captured this shot. I was sitting at a nearby chair taking photos of the kids at play, when this happened. Of course, my first instinct was to rush over, but when I saw that the daddy had managed to soften his fall by grabbing hold of his arm, I relaxed… )
I learnt this over the weekend just past. That as mums, we tend to be protective over our little ones by telling them not to run so fast, not to jump so high…essentially our message is: don’t take so many risks.
When it comes to dads however, they’re usually letting the kids run like the wind (and running along with them), and they have less qualms about encouraging their child to jump higher, hit harder, run faster, dream bigger.
I used to think that I was being protective, but this weekend, I came to see it from a different angle. The fathers too are being protective, albeit using a different method. By asking their kids to try harder and to take certain risks, they are teaching them to meet the challenges of tomorrow, and giving them tools for real life battles.
I don’t like to see my children fall. It hurts. But in real life, they will, and we simply just can’t bubble-wrap them from it all. But by allowing them to go through challenging experiences, letting them learn from their “falls” and imparting them ways to cope and to overcome, I think we’re preparing them for the long journey ahead.
What do you think?