The best of the best
My prodigal has been feeling ill over the past few days with a headache she can’t shake and a runny nose that could have won the NYC Marathon. True champion that she is at the offer of a day home in bed, she’s in the shower clearing her mind and her nostrils to do battle with the day. In her case, her usual array of 6th grade classes and a make-up science test in an attempt to better her grade.
This is par for the course for her though. And I’m reminded that as a second grader she stayed up till the then unseemly hour of 10:15 PM to finish a project for class. She was studying bridges that year and she could barely remain awake as she completed the last final touches to make her bridge that much better.
I was in awe then at her resolve to work through the problem — and though my husband and I had to fight our instincts to demand that she go to bed, her tired but triumphant self-satisfaction the next morning was inspiring and brought much more than a tear to the eye.
She is no less triumphant this morning, exiting from the shower with a smile and saying, “I feel happy and I’m awake!”
Would that all of us could take a cue from that simple construct.