by Sally Matheny
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| Climbing uphill in the mud is not easy. |
“This may be too difficult for you.”
“You might get hurt.”
“Have you been training?”
“It costs too much.”
“It can’t be done.”
“You’ll never finish.”
Are our children missing awesome adventures because they listened to someone else's fears?
I’m not talking about discernment and godly wisdom. Those
are good things.
I’m talking about the nay-sayers who naturally gravitate toward negative comments about everything. If you want to donate blood, they say you’ll probably faint. Pet the horse? Bite your finger off. Get a BB gun—shoot your eye out. You get the idea.
I’m talking about the nay-sayers who naturally gravitate toward negative comments about everything. If you want to donate blood, they say you’ll probably faint. Pet the horse? Bite your finger off. Get a BB gun—shoot your eye out. You get the idea.
In addition, there are those who fear trying anything new. They
never take chances for fear of failure, and feel the need to “protect” everyone
else from failing.
This reminds me of the movie, “Finding Nemo,” where Nemo’s dad declares he won’t let anything happen to his son, Nemo. Dori, the ditsy, but wise, fish, tells him how odd it is not allowing things to happen to your child. She challenges him to think about how much his son will miss.
Several years ago, my husband, and our teen daughters, wanted to
participate in a 5K Mud Run. Two trained for the event, but one had been unable
to train due to sickness. On such a course, whether someone trains or not,
anything could happen.
Every fifteen minutes, a new group began their timed race.
While my crew were waiting for their event to begin, I made my way over to the
First Aid tent.
"What's the worse injury you've had today?" I asked.
"A broken arm," replied the paramedic.
"Was that the only broken bone today?"
"Oh, no. Several runners have been to the ER for casts. Although, a few only needed stitches."
Peering over the crowd, I noticed my family lining up for
their race. My heart yearned to do the Mama-thing and rapidly scoot
over there to inform them of everything I'd just heard.
I did scoot. However, I resisted sharing the negative news. I didn’t ask them to reconsider. I just told them to be careful and have fun.
Why did I not tell them? Because every member of my family had researched this race. They wanted to try it, and I wanted to be their cheerleader.
Each prepared for the race differently. Even though they had read
about the obstacles, they didn’t fully comprehend their difficulty until they
were experiencing them firsthand. Certain parts of the race were not fun. Some
of it was downright nasty, grueling, hard work.
Each team consisted of four members. To complete the course,
they had to work together. My family split into two different teams. They knew
some of their teammates well. Other team members they did not know as well, but
learned quickly how to communicate and help one another.
Why did I send my babies out into this messy, muddy crazy
adventure? What could they possibly benefit from climbing slippery, 8-foot
walls and swimming in 5-foot mud trenches?
Following through on a dream
Working with others as a team
Developing good communication skills
Realizing you can do more than you think you can
Realizing you can do more than what other people think you can do
Understanding not everything has to be competitive
Learning how to tackle an obstacle in life
Understanding sometimes life is really hard, and you have to push through
Helping others along the way
Completing a difficult challenge makes you feel stronger and more confident for future challenges
Persevering brings rewards
A little dirt never hurt anyone
It feels great when you finish what you start. Especially without broken bones!
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| Finishing a challenging task is exhilarating! |
