Looking, Leaping & Longing
standard | Published on May 28, 2013 by Michelle Wirth
Emily Freeman at Chatting at the Sky has a beautiful post about the encouragement given to a young girl as she crouched at the edge of the high dive. She walked down off the board, returned later to take the leap, and propelled herself off the board into the cold water below. (But you should still read the blog post – the writing is wonderful and I promise I haven’t ruined the story.)
My father in law grew up playing stickball on the streets of New York City. Someone hit the ball onto an apartment building rooftop, and he went after it. He got as close as he could – the rooftop of the neighboring building. As he stood there, looking across the chasm between the rooftop he could climb and the rooftop that held the small rubber ball, so close yet out of reach, his friends shouted – JUMP! JUMP! You can make it in TWO JUMPS!
The little boy had climbed, surveyed, considered the advice, and reconsidered his original plan. He came empty handed to his friends who had counted on him to retrieve the ball and save the game. I don’t know if they played another game that day, but the history of stickball in New York suggests that eventually they found a new ball and played more games.
I’m glad for the little girl who listened to her gut, respected herself enough to back away from the edge, reconsider, return, and leap into blue skies and cold water. I’m glad for the little boy who thought better of advice given by people who couldn’t see the flaw in their plan, glad that he didn’t feel compelled to sacrifice himself in order to save face with his friends.
Kudos to the people that cheered on the little girl, who shouted encouragement when they could have shouted anything – could have soured the opportunity with taunts or jeers, or left her alone with her fears in deafening silence. I tip my hat to those long-ago children who gave their best advice and welcomed back the little boy who didn’t take it and came back empty handed.
How many times do I say “tell me what to do to get this to work out” when what I really need is: tell me that I can come back empty handed and still be okay with you, remind me that I can still play with you. Help me turn down the howling wind of this fear so I can better listen to my gut, sort out my own mind, consider feedback and the options and not feel rushed to step back from the best and scariest vantage point here at this edge. “Leap, and the net will appear.”