Let Me Be Me!
April 23rd, 2008Let Me Be Me!
-Pola Muzyka
What we grow up with is what we carry with us throughout our lives. It becomes who we are and what we share with others. The foundation of social change is made up of learning, observing, absorbing, and teaching.
I wanted to please a father who was a tough disciplinarian, so I appeared brave while inside there was a little girl wanting to be loved, forgiven, protected, and just cuddled once in awhile. Growing up in the country on a farm, I assumed a certain leadership role with my peers. Sometimes it was great and gained me admirable attention, sometimes I failed to gain anything, except, laughter.
One day in the early spring, I stood on the edge of Kenzo’s pond with Sandra and Elaine. We had our skates thrown over our backs and expected to enjoy the last days of ice-skating for the season, but Elaine spotted some melted ice on the far edge of the pond. She refused to go with me and so did Sandra. Bravely, I stepped forward. With every step, I became more convinced that the pond was still safe for skating. Sandra and Elaine did not share my confidence. I glanced over my left shoulder to see that they were just watching as the cold nipped their cheeks… fear permeating their expressions. Then it happened… a reason for the fear… a loud cracking sound. I was under the water quicker than I could think. As much as I tried, I couldn’t find an opening. I kicked my feet, to stay near the top and tried to pound the ice above, as my clothes becoming heavy with water… dragged me down to the icy bottom. Thinking Kenzo’s pond would be my end, I searched the rocks below to see my would-be grave, and noticed that my feet were getting closer and closer to touching the ground. When I finally could touch the rock directly below me, I pushed really, hard. I shot up to the top and broke through the ice above me. I inched my way onto the ice and to the other edge of the pond by cracking the ice bit by bit. My girlfriends just stood there… laughing! They didn’t come to my rescue until I was completely out. At the time, I thought they were amused by my stupidity, but their laughter was relief.
I eventually traveled all over the world for work, and ultimately ministry. As a weak woman who never ventured out while young, I never would have survived many of the ordeals I’ve gone through.
On the other hand, Diane always seemed so fragile. She rarely came to play because her parents feared she’d catch a cold, or get a rash, or fall down, or some other possible non-descript ailment. We were deprived of her friendship and she was deprived of all the fun things we did, and discoveries we had playing on the farm, in the orchard, at the lake, and in the woods. She never caught a crayfish or salamander at the creek, never jumped in the hayloft, never climbed high in a pear tree to taste the first fruits of harvest, she never jumped from a rope into a cold spring lake, or picked huckleberries in the woods. She probably never spotted a deer outside of her yard or road, or bear, or any other exciting woodland creatures. Being adventuresome was not a part of her country living experience. It wasn’t allowed. To this day, she has never even been outside of her state.
There is a balance between overprotecting and not protecting our children. My best advice is to stay somewhere in the middle… to ask your child what they want to do, listen to them, teach them good morals, make sure they’re safe at all times, show them that you trust them, and allow them to make mistakes.
Let Me Be Me!![]()
Help me mom and dad, but let me be,
I’ll do what’s best cause you did teach me,
I make mistakes and at times, I am wrong.
But, if you trust me now, it won’t be long.
Show me what to do and then let me be
I want to learn who I am, and who is me,
So, when I grow up I won’t have fear
To live in a world that changes year by year.
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