The Gifts of Struggle

A few weeks ago, I mentioned how David’s school has a regular Monday morning assembly where they talk about topics that change each time. David told me last week that he was going to be the class reporter for this week’s meeting so I decided both Jake and I should go be there to support him.

Despite some early morning chaos, we both made it there and it was clear that David was very happy to have us there. Before the class reporters, the main topic was presented. This morning’s topic was about the migration of the Monarch butterflies. And she talked about several amazing aspects of the butterfly and their migration across very large distances and how the great-grandchildren know exactly where to go and when by instinct even though the original family member butterflies are no longer around the guide them.

But the story that stuck with me the most was this one:

I am going to reword but it was about a man who found a butterfly right as it was coming out of its cocoon. He watched for a while as the butterfly struggled to come out and then it looked like the butterfly was stuck. He took a pair of scissors and gently cut the opening so the butterfly could come out. And it did. It had this big body and tiny wings. After a short while the butterfly died.

The man didn’t understand that the struggle of emerging is nature’s way of forcing blood out of the butterfly’s body and into the wings. The struggle is essential for the butterfly to live. If it does not struggle to emerge from the cocoon, fluid stays in the body, and the butterfly cannot survive.

And then when I came home, I read my daily email from the Ordinary Courage class and at the end was this one question:

What would happen if you tried on the perspective that your dark places are actually strange lights waiting to help you find a new way?

What if struggle is an essential part of survival? What if you have to go through the dark to live a full and extraordinary life? What if the darkness is what you need to travel through to get to the light on the other side and to be exactly who you’re meant to be? Without the struggle the butterfly didn’t even get to live. It never developed to what it needed to be to survive. What if this is also true for us? What if by avoiding the light we’re never growing the wings we need to have?

The homework email also has this quote:

The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It’s our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows. — Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection

I am a firm believer that we need to face the dark. But I didn’t think too hard about going through the struggle before. I know there’s maturity in knowing when to walk away (this is very hard for me) and I do work hard despite struggles but I don’t always think that struggle is actually transforming me so I can be exactly who I need to be. I like that perspective.

I like idea that the struggles that seem inevitable in my life come with the gifts of making me the person I am meant to be.

After the wonderful talk, David did get to get up and represent his class and he was wonderful. He wasn’t nervous. He read clearly and enunciated well. We were both very proud of him and walked away grateful to live the kind of life that allowed us to share this experience with him.

October 24, 2011 | Emotional, Family, Learning & Education, Thoughts | 4 comments

The Best Version of Me

This morning I was reading to David as he ate his cereal. He was eating it so fast that it drove me insane. I said “You need to first chew your food and then put more in your mouth, David, this is not a race.”

And then he told me that when he and Nathaniel are eating vegetables I encourage them to race. He said that when Nathaniel finishes first I always say “Good job, Nathaniel.”

“So does that mean you did a bad job, David?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered unequivocally.

I put my book down and told him that he shouldn’t interpret it that way. Nathaniel got a “good job” because he finished his food in a timely manner and didn’t play with it and ate all the vegetables. I explained that when he does the same thing, he also gets a “good job,” there isn’t only one to get.

I then explained to him that the only person he should be competing with, in life, is himself.

I firmly believe that what makes us most successful is when we strive to become a better version of ourselves. (And not better than someone else.) In my experience, each time I tried to compare myself to someone external source, it’s led to frustration and disappointment. And, often, failure.

There are situations where one might feel like life is a competition against others but I think, in all the areas that matter, all we need to do is be the best version of ourselves we can be.

Even in a relationship, I feel like if I can just focus on bettering myself, my attitude, my expectations, my reaction, etc. I am much more likely to be successful than if I compare my efforts to the other person’s. Same goes for career and school, etc. Each of us is different and we all have different capabilities. Different strengths and weaknesses. Different ways and speeds of learning and growing. And I think comparing to others is just a path to frustration.

Not only that, it’s also a copout. Sometimes you can do MUCH better than others. Why wouldn’t you want to? And, I feel like being others-focused means you’re not working to grow in the ways you might want to. You’re letting others make the decision on what you should work on next. You’re letting others dictate your life.

How can that be a good thing?

So I told David that all I will expect from him is that he works to be a better version of himself. Not the best reader in class but a better reader than he was yesterday, etc. I explained that, it’s what I try to do in my life and that I will never compare him to Nathaniel or vice versa. I will only compare him to him.

This is something I try to make sure to stay focused on regularly. Am I doing something because I am trying to be something someone else is? Maybe it’s someone I admire or look up to. But even then, it’s better for me to admire them and be grateful that they inspire me, but not to try to be like them.

I am me and I am most powerful when I focus on who I am and how I work.

October 21, 2011 | Family, Personal, Thoughts | 11 comments

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