Last night I took my daughter to a tumbling class at a new gym. She had been wanting to take a tumbling class to work on her skills for cheer leading, which she just started last fall. She loves to cheer and seeing her out there Saturday after Saturday was such a delight to us. I truly enjoyed it.
She is only 10 and has done a little gymnastics and dance, but no hardcore tumbling, so she is by no means solid in the activities.
On top of having to get used to learning the new skills came also the new place and getting to know and get comfortable with brand new coaches and kids. Her somewhat cautious and shy nature when getting to know new people did that she really had to force herself to expand her comfort zone a bit.
She did just great.
As I sat there and watched her every move, I felt all the same emotions that I knew she felt every time she had to meet a new person, talk to a new coach or try a new skill that she was not super solid in. I knew how much courage she had to muster, how much trust she had to put into these new people around her and what the butterflies must have felt like. I felt it all just like she did. I know it is not that easy.
I struggle with those same feelings just like her. Usually it also involves getting to know new people and putting myself out there. Once I break the ice I am just fine, it's just that initial feeling of
... what if ...
I try to sprinkle in little moments each day to make it easier to tackle larger and more uncomfortable issues. I hope by seeing me do this, I can teach her to expand her own comfort zone too.
I know one thing for sure, I learned a whole lot from watching my girl last night. So proud.
Another breathtaking sunrise this morning.