Getting Over Hurdles
I wrote this as I was talking to someone on IM about something she posted at LHC about being teased by some people. This is what I said to her.
I know how you feel. I was the fat kid who wasn't good at sports in gym.
There was one day where we had to jump over hurdles and I just couldn't get over it and they were laughing at me.
I even started crying but then I got mad and I got so mad that I jumped over that hurdle. But I still caught it with my shoe and knocked it over. But I could do it now. The only problem was there were 2 hurdles so because I was spending so much focus on the first hurdle I would get over it and then I wouldn't be running to get over #2. But I didn't care because I knew that if I really really wanted to and had to I could do it but what would that prove?
My jumping over that second hurdle wouldn't stop them from teasing me about something else but when my back was to the wall I got over that first hurdle. The only hurdles that matter are the ones you want to jump
Keep Shining :sun:
That's a good story. I always had trouble fitting in at school. It was because I was so shy. I didn't talk to people and they thought I was stuck up. I don't envy kids in school. The older I get the less I'm willing to tolerate nonsense from others. I'm not as easily influenced by what others think or say. It has to start with self respect. My opinion of myself is what counts. If I worry about what others think I'll go nuts because there are as many opinions as there are people. In other words "be true to yourself."
I was teased in school about my clothes, my step mother didn't care about me, so wore highwaters my bought before she died, no socks, no uundies, washed out sweaters, jackets with broken zippers in winter.
It made who I am today, a loving understanding mother, I don't ever want my kids go thru what I went through, so I am slightly spoiling them.
They are happy polite children. Most of all they tell me everything, they trust me and are not terrified of me, as I was of my step mother.
