A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. — Lou Holtz
This quote reminded me of a phone call I received at work about four months. It was midmorning and my daughter got hurt at school in her NJROTC class.
During my drive to the high school, I visioned all sorts of scenarios of how the incident may have occurred: running the bleachers, falling from obstacle course, etc.
On our way to the emergency room, the story emerged. She’d been twirling. What? When did she join the armed drill team?
“Someone gave me a piece of chocolate,” my daughter confessed. “Excited, I twirled and tripped over my backpack.”
I was flabbergasted. I had rushed out of my busy office to pick up my injured 17 year-old daughter — my known clumsy 17 yo — because she got hurt while… while…. TWIRLING? Literally, she was goofing off!
Then it hit me. Why was I upset because my daughter let her true feelings show allowing her to enjoy life? Isn’t that what I want for my children?
In a world where most teenagers prevent their true selves from showing so they can fit into the crowd, I am thrilled my teenager twirled.
~~Emmly Jane (hoping her children always have a song to sing)