I have a bit of a Wonder Woman complex.
I can do it all.
And, for heaven’s sake, do not offer Wonder Woman any help…she simply does not need it!
This afternoon, I discovered that my adorable youngest son, Zachary, does not share my propensity for ‘heroic’ self-reliance.
Zachary coaches young skaters every Monday evening. Simon gently informed Zach this morning that, unfortunately, neither of us would be able to get him to the arena this afternoon so he would have to take a pass. When Zach got him from school, however, he was bound and bent that he was going to get himself to the arena.
And it took him less than ten minutes to make it happen.
Zach found the phone number he needed from our neighbour (who happens to be the convenor of his hockey league), called a mom that he barely knows (whose son is also a coach), and politely asked for a ride to the arena. Fifteen minutes later he was picked up and on his way with nary a backward glance.
As the car pulled away with a happy Zach in the back seat, I realized that I was absolutely mortified. I was so uncomfortable with Zachary asking a parent (that I have met only once) for help, it was all I could do to resist dragging myself off the couch to go fetch him from the arena myself.
Seriously, I would rather compromise my own health than ask for a relative stranger for a favour.
Oh dear, some Radical personal work required, I think.
It seems that this truly heroic ten-year-old has some invaluable lessons to teach me! 🙂