Let me give you a gist about a common practice I have noticed among mothers or even father’s in my environment.
When a little child falls down and starts to cry, the mother or father will usually run towards such child to carry him or her and rub the affected spot immediately so it does not get swollen.
If the child does not stop crying the mother would ask such child whose vocabulary is usually limited to babbles
” what made you fall? Should I beat it for you?”
The child will most likely nod while sniffling or still crying. Then the mother will take the child back to the spot where he or she fell, she would then squat on the floor and beat the floor all the while saying to the floor
“Why did you make my baby Fall?Don’t let my child fall again o”
At this point the child’s crying will be reduced to sniffling because whatever caused him or her to fall has been beaten (even though it’s actually the child’s clumsiness)
But you see, as the child starts to grow, the mother stops beating beating the floor and starts making the child realise that he or she is responsible for his or her action. Even when she tells you sorry for falling , it’s usually followed by a light reprimand
” Look where you are going next time”
And like that, the child continues to grow to take responsibility for his actions and as well as becoming aware that actions beget consequences .
However like a toddler, sometimes I am going my merry way and I fall. My butts hit the floor and I don’t want to get up. There’s nobody to beat the ground for me or even pull me up.
I throw tantrums and I sit there and plot reasons why it’s not my fault . I ask questions like-
” Why isn’t God looking after me?”
“Why can’t he make things simpler for me?”
I pull myself into a corner and sulk for a while. I am angry and in a self imposed emotional exile.
I start to reason however, I am not a child anymore and I need to learn to handle unexpected situations better . I can pull up excuses and faults as long as I want, I can even excuse how I act towards people and react in situations based on my past experiences, but it only means one thing. I am still sitting right there on the floor, making no progress and expecting someone to come and beat the floor for me. But not going to happen.
I need stand again or like a child hold on to a piece of furniture to make me stand and keep moving. To rip off all excuses I have built around my self and to move forward.
To know that where I fell is not my destination and that no matter how many times I fall again, I will keep rising and moving.
Keep Blooming ❤️