Today, a sweet memory returned while reading someone's comment about fear and my response to it, where I said “When I feel fear, I try to focus on what I want…and
believe with my entire being in the outcome, how I want it to unfold” …
A couple of years
ago, my son attended after school Basketball practice …I thought it would be a
good thing for him to learn (mind you he never played before), and burn some
energy prior to coming home…He resisted at first…
Sports don’t appear to be his
favorite activity…I suspect this is part due to his fear and perceived limitation as a
result of the physical needs he’s been dealing with since surviving cancer;…and
yet, I believe otherwise…such as that he can do anything (yes, I don’t agree
with doctors and anyone who has limiting beliefs about my son or anyone
considered different for that matter)…
My son reluctantly
agreed…and for the first month, every time I would pick him up after practice,
he would feel pretty down…I would let him vent his
frustration about missing the shots. At times, there were even tears and anger,
desire to quit…and yes, not being as tall as his peers added to his
frustration…Two months passed, and my son had no success in making the hoops.
And then, there was
the final competition with another school…he was soo fearful…of looking
ridiculous, not being able to help his team win…and so on…I admit at times, I
would feel tired and frustrated hearing the endless whining…but, I would find
myself smiling a lot at the silliness and not for a minute stopping to believe
in him…
The day of the
competition came…I met his team and gym instructor just before the “games”…His
face lit up seeing me …I gave him a hug and told him “Don’t worry…you will do
great! First and foremost, have fun! I believe in you!”
And here comes the
most anticipated moment: my son’s turn to shoot the hoop for his team…and guess
what…He nails it! And then another, another…and another…Not one missed!
No exaggeration! Everyone from his school was shocked and surprised…and of
course, my son too…except me! His face was glowing looking to find me in the
crowd…and I was already standing up with pride…this is my son!!!! :)
It is hard to express
the intensity of my pride and joy I experienced in that moment… I admit feeling
tearful as I write about it…I do remember though, I believed in that
moment with my entire being…I imagined how it would feel to witness my son’s
breakthrough of a limiting belief! I know that one successful experience
would help him manifest another, and another, and another…in all areas of his
life.
This story reminds me
that while sometime we don’t believe in ourselves, we fear our greatness, we
fear to be seen, having others believe in us and holding our hand through our
resistance…is all it takes for a breakthrough!
