"I ate a rock once. And here I am, still alive. Boom." She dropped her line matter-of-factly and then spun off across the beach in a swirl of celebration.
After I stopped laughing, my heart purred a bit.
She's got it, you know. She hasn't yet forgotten the secret that all babies know: that celebrating our own victories is the way to win.
Pascal recently mastered the 2-feet jump. He claps every time.
And me? I'm over here comparing myself like crazy, mentally standing beside one of you after another, and almost always coming up short.
It's a doozy for the old mental health.
But Vava's method?
"I ate a rock once. And here I am, still alive. Boom."
Yeah. I can do that. I can victory-dance over my own small successes.
I got sucked through a dam once. And here I am, still alive. Boom.
I lost a baby. And here I am, still alive. Boom.
I take care of four kids every day. And here I am, still alive. Boom.
And here we are, still alive.
Boom.
