Monday, March 9, 2015

True Grit

"Be yourself.
Everyone else is already taken."
-Oscar Wilde

One of the things I admire most about my children is their tenacity. They both have a spirit for life and a thirst for learning that melds beautifully with their innate curiosity and shared stubborn streak. 

Last year, Elle came to us determined to learn how to snap and whistle - two talents that are split evenly between our parental skill set. I can snap, Patrick can whistle - neither of us can do both. She asked how it was done and after our mostly crappy demonstrations, I told her it would take a lot of hard work and practice, and that it may take months - if not forever - to become adept at two such tricky techniques. I didn't want to squelch her spirit, but figured it was best she knew up front that she may never become a duel snapper-whistler. Besides, I hear they are very rare and hide in trees and only come out at night.

Undeterred, she watched our exhibitions closely and asked us to repeat our lackluster skills over and over. Thanks to two years of non-stop therapy with Reid, we knew that four-year olds (and apparently some 34-year olds) don't possess the fine-motor skills it takes to snap. It involves strength, dexterity and coordination, and it's probably also best to have The Addams Family theme song playing in the background.

Nevertheless, we taught her what we knew. Afterward, we would often find her practicing her whistle in the mirror - running to show us if she made even the slightest wheeze of air. On the way to school, for days at a time, she would sit in her carseat and press her thumb and middle finger together with the opposing hand, trying to create enough pressure to make noise. 

The weeks went on and we forgot all about it until she ran into the kitchen with glee one morning. 

"Mama! Watch this! Watch me!"

She pursed her little lips and out came a loud, slick, perfect whistle. 

"Baby, that's AMAZ…"

"No, no, no. I'm not done yet!," she cried. "Watch THIS!"

And she pressed her fingers together and snapped a loud, clear snap. The grin on her face was made up of joy, pride and grit. 

She whistled and she snapped and she snapped and she whistled. She was officially a Snapper-Whistler - the first one in our family to earn such a prestigious title. 

"See? I told you I could do it," she beamed.

"You did, baby girl. You absolutely did."

My kids have yet to buy into the fact that they are limited, and I absolutely adore them for it. In fact, I hope they never buy into it because it is a complete and total lie. Each of us have limitations, but we are never truly limited. 

It was stupid of me to tell Elle she may never learn to snap or whistle. What the hell do I know? Just because I can't doesn't mean that she can't. She is so beautifully and courageously her, and I'm just glad she was smart enough to keep me from getting in her way.

It could be that she ignored my skepticism because I usually tell her that she CAN do things. Hopefully my past encouragements sunk into her subconscious somewhere along the way. Typically, I try to remind both Elle and Reid that anything is possible - if they can dream it, they can do it. I'm their biggest cheerleader and I rarely question their potential, but there are certainly moments when I underestimate their drive. (How I underestimate their drive, I'll never know because their ability to repeat the word mama over 750 million times each day certainly proves their unflappable determination.)

Perhaps I sold her short because I can't whistle and thought she might suffer the same fate. Maybe it's simply because I wear a different coat of persistence than she does. Both colorful and vibrant - full of energy and good intentions - but mine is not sewn as thoroughly and frays a bit at the seams. 

Unlike Elle, I'm the type of person that prefers starting things to finishing them. Not in the sense that I can't get the job done, but in the sense that I tend to get more excited about the planning and implementing stages than the finished product. This is certainly why sports never appealed to me - practicing and hanging out with friends on the field was fun, but I could never manage to get invested in the win. 

I like to research and learn and explore, but it doesn't necessarily have to have an end result. I'll read five books about how rocketships are made, but it would never interest me to try and build one. Alternatively, I'll try anything once without worring whether or not I look like a fool doing it. 

Patrick is quite the opposite and I admire him for it. He is driven and determined and unfailingly interested in the outcome. He is goal-oriented and always strives to be the best that he can be. He will practice until he gets there - often surpassing his objective. Don't ever tell him that he can't, because you will soon find out that he most certainly CAN. All of that said, he's a bit more resistant to trying new things because he wants to ensure that he'll succeed before he puts himself out there.

I don't think either of us could ever be accused of being slackers, but we certainly have our own approach. On the issue of perseverance, Elle tends to follow in her daddy's footsteps. But, wild man Reid tends to take after his mama. 

Reid is just like me. He doesn't care for the word no (unless he's the one saying it) and does what he wants to do when he wants to do it. He loves books and watches his Signing Time videos like a hawk - he sits in his little Pottery Barn chair repeating the words and practicing the signs over and over. 

He - like his sister - is full of grit and determination. But Reid likes to do things on his own time and doesn't get too bogged down in the world's expectations for him. (Although if you ever doubt him, he'll quickly and effortlessly prove you wrong and take joy in doing so.)

Reid's cognition is incredible. He is alert and smart and funny and very, very aware. He understands his needs and wants and will spare nothing to get them. He can sign and speak and uses both languages to communicate. He has many words and is starting to use two-word sentences. He can count to three, knows the lyrics to several songs, is awesome at animal and automobile noises, and is starting to understand colors. However, his words tend to be garbled and there are times I have to have my mama-ears on full blast to understand what he's saying. This is what gets us into the type of argument I spoke about in my last post. 

Reid tries to tell me something and gets frustrated that I'm not understanding him. He starts wildly signing and speaking and I say, "Baby, I'm sorry but I don't understand!" and he looks at me all like, "I cannot be anymore clear, woman!" and I say, "USE YOUR WORDS," and he's all like, "Lord, have mercy, what language do you think I'm speaking?" And I still don't understand so he basically says screw it and starts yelling and pointing and by then I'm super-frustrated and I have to yell at him to stop yelling and we just sit there a pair of stubborn, determined, not-interested-in-the-end-result-yellers, and then we have to send ourselves to our respective rooms and take a breather before we come back together and simultaneously say, "Now what was it we were talking about?"

It's exhausting. And Pat and Elle just kind of look at us like, If you had a clear goal, you wouldn't be in this situation. 

We end up finding out, of course, that they are right, because once Reid settles down and really speaks instead of grunting, and once I slow down and really listen instead of hearing, his words become miraculously more clear. And we're both happy. 

Great end-result. Everybody wins.

I am so proud of both of my children and their unique ability to find their own way. I love that they each have a distinctive, unrelenting spirit and jump at the chance to prove their naysayers wrong - even when the naysayer is me. Elle and Reid have taught me so much about drive and determination and remind me each day to be true to myself. To never underestimate the ones we love and never give up when we're not being heard. They show me that nothing is impossible and that life is full, in fact, of infinite possibility. 

There are thousands of different ways to maneuver this great big world, and they are all worthy. Some of us may loudly butt heads along the way and others may coast along in a quiet state of determination. But, as long as the goal is to stay true to ourselves - whatever that might mean - then the end-result will always be worth it. 

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  1. Perfection- look at her go! Love y'all!!! -MP

  2. I knew she could do it, I can, therefore it's in her lineage. You could've called some cousins to reassure her that indeed she will be capable of such feats for her cousins are snapper-whistlers. She could not be more adorbs. Love you and them bebes and this blog.

  3. Such talent and determination!!!! Remember, can't never could. Be all you can be!!!


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