We Tell Ourselves.
We all do that, at least, I think that many of us do. I have been afraid of so many things in my life. Afraid of the dark, afraid to try, afraid to succeed, afraid that I would not have any friends, afraid that my friends wouldn't like me. If you really think about it, there is so very much to fear in our lives.
I am on a vacation with my new Grandson and grand daughter. I am spending grammy time, without fear. I am learning to love them and hold them and kiss them and squeeze them and call them both George. For me, the fears are about being unwanted or unaccepted. They are about plane crashes and car problems. They take place fully in the magical realm that is called my imagination. Part of overcoming the fear, is to beat it, on small step at a time. It is not easy, but it is so very possible. In the midst of all my stories of fear, I will try and write, but don't be surprised if we take a little break here. Babies in my life are amazing things. They remind me of God's love for each of his children. They snuggle, they cry, the eat, the wet, all in all, they remember those parts of like that we need to be reminded of every once in a while.
I think babies remind me that they cannot conquer their fears on their own. It takes a family to calm a child. It takes a Grammy to hold Alexander and a dad to read Emma Bear her favorite stories. It takes the mom to get everything ready and to hold hand tickle her precious daughter.
It takes us all to over come the stories of fear that we have told ourselves of why the best cant happen. Of why we don't deserve this. Of why it doesn't have the meaning that our hearts know it has.
Fear is what is inside us. We choose to bury it there in the darkness, or bring it out into the little light and have a little more fun.
Use your imagination for all the good that surrounds us. Figure out how you can change your own little corner of the world. How can you share happiness instead of hurt and sorrow. It is up to each of us to find the imagination inside that will let us be free.
The dream is ours. The stories are ours too. What amazing work of art have you to share?
Make it a masterpiece. Because when I look at this little man, I know that he is capable of so many more things than I could ever do. He has not and will never be the fear. The fear is that I won't know him as much as I want to.
As much as my heart aches to hold him, to whisper stories of his family, to remind him that he will always be loved. I want fear to have no place in his heart, because his heart is already full of the stories for those who love him best. Those stories will get him though. Sometimes love is enough and then some.