My boy is almost two. He runs toward the stairs on the deck. I can’t tell if he is going to slow down. I run to catch him. He stops at the top step and looks over the cliff of 3 steps to the ground.
He has his own table and chair set. A little wooden table and chairs that look all adult, but tiny. And if you turn your back to him for 7 seconds, he’s standing on a chair reaching for, well, anything.
I can’t stop him from ever falling down. He will get bumps and bruises. And if I somehow managed to never let him fall, well, then he’d be all kinds of messed up for other reasons.
No kid is gonna watch “13 Reasons Why” and be surprised, this is the life they live.
It’s only the rest of us, with school deep in the rearview mirror who will be shocked, that it’s still the same, growing up is so difficult, you don’t fit in, you don’t know who to turn to, you think about ending it…
/via the LefsetzLetter
Some of the strongest things are strong because they are resilient, not because they are immovable. Like buildings designed to flex and wiggle in an earthquake.
We’re about to start watching “13 Reasons Why”. And I don’t think it is going to be easy. We have personally lost people we love to suicide. It is in our lives and in our work.
I don’t know how I will ever be able to let my kid walk into a highschool. But rather than being broken by the fear, I hope I can give him the gift of resilliance.