Written by Erin Vincent of Nourishing My Scholar
Bravery: It’s my mantra this year.
Because new things can be scary. But staying away from new things out of fear? That’s even scarier.
Hyping myself up to make a phone call is not out of the norm for this introvert.
I’d much rather be trampled by wild rhinos…
And making yogurt from our local dairy barn’s milk sounded like a fabulous idea, until it was go-time and I found myself nervous.
What if I got it wrong?
But guess what? It was delicious!
Sitting in the kitchen eating homemade strawberry yogurt that I made with my own two hands had me feeling like I could take on the world!
What was I so afraid of?
This year I even found the courage to take on the role of ballet cast director for my child’s theater, in charge of getting dozens of little fairies, sylphs, dolls, and baby princesses on the stage at the correct time.
Have you ever tried to wrangle feral cats? Yeah, that.
But I jumped in with both feet. I asked for help when I needed it and did my best. The ballet turned out to be a monumental success.
I long to emulate courage for my children. Yet most of the time I feel more like a frightened mouse than a roaring lion.
However, bravery doesn’t mean lack of fear. It doesn’t even mean I have to perfect my roar.
Bravery is acting even when fear is present. Acknowledging the fear and moving past it into action is what bravery is all about.
I was fearful to homeschool. I knew it was the best choice for my family, but what if I got it wrong? What if my child missed out? What if I didn’t teach enough? What if I didn’t know enough? What if I failed?
There are so many little nuggets of fear that could paralyze us homeschoolers…loads of pressure to get this homeschool thing right. But the homeschool journey isn’t a perfect little package with detailed instructions that when followed guarantee success.
That perfect recipe is a mythical creature…like Fairies and Unicorns.
It’s a journey of ups and downs. A mess of beautiful fluctuations paired with detours, glitter, and rabbit holes. You’ll find adventure on excursions and diverge from paths you never imagined existed.
This is where the magic happens, like the glorious pink streaks of a sunset that defy your understanding of color, the magic blazes throughout this vacillating journey:
- The warmth and love that comes from giving our best to the most important people in our lives – our children.
- Lending them our strength and wisdom for the short time they still fit in our laps.
- The beauty of facilitating knowledge in an environment of love helps to ease the tightness of fear that sometimes grips you.
And you find yourself smiling at the thought of that fear.
You realize that your littles are always learning. ALWAYS.
The understanding that learning doesn’t come from a schoolhouse or a curriculum finally dawns on you.
Games make great learning tools.
Nature proves herself to be a perfect teacher and you let go of the idea that she should only be visited on sunny days.
Puddles are meant to be jumped in.
You become conscious of the fact that there is no such thing as too many books, read-alouds or snuggles.
Comprehension that fear doesn’t define you on this journey blossoms.
You will ask for help when and where you need it, while discerning that this doesn’t diminish your worth or capabilities.
Perhaps my roar isn’t as squeaky as I once thought.
You’ve got this mama. Let’s be brave together.
What’s something brave that you’d like to do this year?