Day 56 of the Shoe Challenge – Let’s All Fall Off the Wall

Have you noticed how children are so resilient and yet so fragile? So fearless and yet so timid? They can do the craziest things on play equipment and yet collapse in a heap if the wind blows the wrong way.

Last Monday the Minx and I headed off for our regular Monday jaunt to Tiaki Pilates & Yoga for a ballet class. In my mind’s eye, I can see how ridiculous it is for a middle-aged woman to be doing grandepliés and rond de jambes. Notwithstanding this, for an hour I can pretend that I am the child that I never was. The one that was surefooted and very seldom fell over. The one that could do handstands and the splits.  All of these things require an absence of fear.

En route to the class, the Minx and I were walking behind a young woman with a boy around 3 years old. He was trotting along some low walls ahead of us, none of them were over two feet off the ground.  I could feel rather than see the Minx making buttons* next to me.  She clambered up onto the wall, refused my steadying hand and took off at speed after the aforesaid boy. For a split second it looked like she was going to overtake him until she disappeared off the right hand side of the wall with a surprised squawk.  There was a moment’s stunned silence and then a terrible wail.  With fear in my heart I lifted up her dress (the Minx will only wear dresses) to see angry red scrapes running the length of her inner leg from calf to groin.  All I could do was to cuddle her, squeeze ice cold water on her wounds, kiss her better and hope for the best.

Later that evening I copped it from my husband.  “You should feel terrible about that” he said,  “You are a responsible adult, why didn’t you stop her?”

I did feel  terrible and there is no easy answer to his question.

All I can say is that for years I didn’t try to do things out of fear and I do not wish that fear on my daughter.  That is why I did not stop her. Better to have fallen off a wall than be too scared to get on it in the first place.

I have a residual memory, for example, of banging the back of my head falling over backwards a lot as a child. For that reason I still avoid doing unsupported standing back drops into Urdhva Dhanurasana.

The few times that I have tried dropping back without help I have landed on my head. Every time I fall and hurt myself I feel stupid and struggle with my own sense of frustration, my fear and anger at not being able to achieve a particular goal. So I gave up drop backs and started pushing up into backbends from the floor instead.

Someone once said that “Yoga is the process of the impossible becoming possible”.  For my children the world is full of seemingly impossible things to try and to accomplish like walking, jumping, talking and reading.  They are fearless and full of fight to face up against the world – as long as you don’t ask them to leave their foul smelling comfort items behind while they are doing so.

The Noisy Boy has Robe.

Robe is a black satin dressing gown that I wore when I was seven months pregnant with him to try to look alluring.  He requisitioned it at the age of six months and it has been his constant companion since then. The Minx has Doggie (aka Dogdog).

When my children have their comfort items they are invincible.  I have no comfort items. Being an adult is hard. No wonder so many people smoke. But life is about trying new things, stepping out of your comfort zone, feeling the fear and doing it any way.

The shoes of the day are low heeled, almost flat but I wobble when I wear them as the kitten heel is centrally placed.  Every time I wear them I get cross and frustrated -why can’t I walk in inch high shoes? I scream internally. The more that I scream, the less that I accomplish.

So in honour of my kids and their fearlessness and for this post I climbed a wall in the back garden which is FIVE FEET HIGH to bring you a picture of the shoes of the day. Shoes that  frustrate me and anguish me and thwart me on the flat ground.

As the director John Hughes once said:

Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you could miss it.

Now,  who wants to catch hold of my waist while I have another go at a back drop? It’s only bending a different way after all.

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* Making buttons is a Scottish/Northern Irish expression for anxious, excited or fidgeting in anticipation.

5 thoughts on “Day 56 of the Shoe Challenge – Let’s All Fall Off the Wall

  1. would have Husband have stopped her? me thinks not. and anyway when Minx wants to do something it’s pretty hard to re-direct her, right?

    ps – that was really lovely.

    • There is a wonderful feeling of release with chest openers M – unfortunately your hips have to open first. For most of us our hips are concrete filled, immobile. The journey to openness is a long one but worth it – the first time I pushed up into Urdvha Dhanurasana I felt like I had learned to fly.

  2. I may have squeed very, very loudly in my head when I saw those shoes. You know my fondness for the kitten heel. The only reason I didn’t squee out loud is someone is sleeping next to me. Don’t think s/he’d appreciate the wake-up over shoes…

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