“I don’t LIKE salad!”
The lobby of my YMCA was in full Saturday bustle. I chirped my entry card and veered to the right around the staircase. Parents herded their kids, trying to make an exit.
“I don’t LIKE salad!” I heard a toddler announce right before he almost ran into me.
I scooched out of his way and smiled. Honestly, it didn’t sound like he was throwing a fit. It was more an honest assertion.
I wanted to lean down and say, “I feel you buddy.”
This last week I went to the doctor and he asked me about my sugar intake, specifically about my gummies. It’s not a secret that I enjoy gummy bears, worms, lifesavers….really any candy and if it is gummy all the better.
Obviously, my attentive doctor knows me pretty well. He knows I try so hard to exercise and eat well. He also knows that sugar can take control. “I’d like to see you try to just pay a bit more attention to sugar. It hides in things we don’t even realize.”
I felt like the little boy. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to throw a fit with a little foot stomping.
BUT I LIKE GUMMIES!
I reflect on that “I don’t like salad” moment, and I feel that little guy’s pain. I even like veggies. Brag alert, I’ve steadily started putting tomatoes in my omelets and my sister could tell you what a big deal that is. But, even as I try, I’m tired of having to worry about food.
I’m proud to say, that morning after I met salad-boy, I went to the grocery store and bought a boatload of produce. The Trader Joe’s clerk said it was the healthiest cart he had ever seen. (He almost rang the bell, okay…not really.) I conquered. I’m conquering. It’s true. And, at the same time, I acknowledge that this salad-eating life has its struggles, because the struggle represents so much more.
We all have our things we have to pay attention to. As a kid, they are dictated to us. As adults, we bear the burden of self-care, shopping and gummy awareness. I’m here to commiserate that all those things can feel pretty overwhelming. I’m on my own and, at times, it feels heavy—all this self-nutrient/survival stuff is up to me. I know you know that it’s bigger than trying to eat a few more baby carrots (I’m basically a hero at this) and more about this well-rounded picture of, day after day, stepping up to the adult plate. Parents, I’m sure you feel that even more as you do this for yourself and your little ducklings.
I wonder about y’all. What are the small things you feel like you have to watch on the daily that can feel like a lot? Is there something that you want to yell into a lobby, not to cause a scene but more to release its claim? I don’t like ___________
Speaking it out loud, acknowledging it and conquering it…that can be pretty brave if you ask me.
Your Brave Tutu (You’re brave, too-too!)
-Take courage in delight. Discover power in small moments.