This little girl didn't have a complete
picture of herself. She loved reading Ramona Quimby
books, playing house with her sister, strawberry crunch cones at DQ,
and roller skating. She knew she was a good friend, a hardworking
student, and an expert at giggling. The popular kids told her a different story: she
wasn't cool; she was too skinny; she didn't need a bra soon enough,
and no boys would like her. She believed them, and these messages
stuck with her for years.
What this third-grader didn't know at
the time was that a sweet, funny, popular little boy sat in the desk
behind her and had a crush on her. He saw something different: a
little girl who was kind, and smart, and compassionate—different
from the other girls. She wouldn't learn this story until she was an
adult. When the boy-turned-man confessed his childhood crush years
later, it was like watering a nearly-dead plant. Before the pitcher
of water, it could be assumed there wasn't much life left in the
parched plant. His words absorbed in the soil of her heart and prompted new
life to sprout. With wisdom, she decided to believe his version. His
friendship, affection, and belief in her helped rewrite the little
girl's story and to see herself differently as a woman.
And then she got ahead of herself and
fell for him. She dreamed about what life with this kind man could be
like. It was a nice fantasy, a beautiful one, really. Shared place,
shared memories, shared values. But it wasn't to be. Long-distance,
careers, children, and bad timing intervened. Time passed. He met
someone else. More time passed and one day he announced he was
getting married.
It would be so easy to wish none of
this had happened. That he'd kept the crush to himself. That she
hadn't fallen for him. But easy doesn't work for this woman.
Experience has taught her that there is too much good stuff
guaranteed to meet her on the other side of confusion and a bruised
heart.
What she's learned so far: (in no
particular order)
She deserves and is capable of a
beautiful, healthy relationship.
Our view of what we see and believe
about ourselves is limited.
People come into our lives exactly
when we need them. In this case, this friend walked her into a new, exciting,
and scary chapter of life.
She has so much to look forward to.
Life is best lived in the present. Too
much time spent forecasting the future is problematic.
She has a resilient heart and spirit.
This time was not a waste.
Healing happens in unexpected ways.
Friendships can shift and change form
and still be nourishing.
Seeing life as adventure and mystery
are the best ways to navigate it.
Endings are always paired with new
beginnings.
So many lessons that fortify her in
this liminal, in-between stage of life.
Disappointments and sadness are
inevitable. She is determined to weed them out when they crop up, and
to plant seeds of hope and joy, humor and humility, growth and
goodness. She's blooming where she's planted.
Wow. Your story is recognized by so many more women than you'll ever know. Thanks you for renewing hope in living our best lives and creating our own happily ever after!! Renee
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree - life is best lived in the present. This is a story I can identify with, God isn't finished with us yet!
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