by Sally Matheny
When I was growing up, I don’t remember getting out of
something just because I was not “comfortable” with it.
For example, at age nine, stacking firewood in the heat of August was not an enjoyable event for me. I didn’t like the yellow jackets, the heat, or the hard labor.
However, my daddy thought it would be good “character-building.” I was not given a say in the matter. When my father said, “Let’s go stack some wood,” I did it. I’m sure I suggested a wait on a cooler day or asked how we might avoid bee stings.
However, on this, and other occasions, my parents ultimately deemed it important to push me out of my comfort zone.
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| Pushing Children Out of Their Comfort Zones |
For example, at age nine, stacking firewood in the heat of August was not an enjoyable event for me. I didn’t like the yellow jackets, the heat, or the hard labor.
However, my daddy thought it would be good “character-building.” I was not given a say in the matter. When my father said, “Let’s go stack some wood,” I did it. I’m sure I suggested a wait on a cooler day or asked how we might avoid bee stings.
However, on this, and other occasions, my parents ultimately deemed it important to push me out of my comfort zone.
