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 ❤️
Such an apt analogy to convey a profound message. 👌
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Thanks for reading 😃
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Great post 🙂
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Thank you ♥️
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This was really interesting! I’ve never heard of beating the floor before. Here, when a child falls, the parent will offer to kiss it better. In a way I think this is what God does too. He wants us to get back up, and to grow up, but he also comforts us and corrects us gently. (Unless we don’t listen, or get proud, then He can become more stern.) But He shows us that we matter, and hates to see that we’ve hurt ourselves.
Thanks for sharing! ❤
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I have seen the floor scenario so many times and it never ceases to amuse me. I am almost sure my mum did the same for me too😂. And I agree with your perspective. Thanks for reading ❤️
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I took my time to read this captivating story. It reminds me of those vilifying days then I smiled. The brilliance of the piece is undiluted. You deserve an accolade.
To Tina, the beating the floor strategy is common among the Yorubas. The practice still exists up till today particularly in the rural areas
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I’m not going to get stuck at one place .I’ll keep moving and blooming💪. Thank you Ayansola for this amazing write up.
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