When I was a little girl, I used to get a lot of skinned knees from falling. I was not the most coordinated kid in the playground. Having grown up an only child, and my cousin not being born for another six years, I would play a lot of my own games with my aunts and uncles or on my own. Sometimes, in the company of neighbors a little older than me. I had a sheltered childhood where skinned knees, scratches and bruises were a norm for a child when she tries to run, or climb, because a child would not know her limitations, but then everyone comes to her aid right away. A bandaid, candy and a hug and everything’s fixed.
During my 18th birthday, (in the Philippines, a girl’s 18th birthday is the equivalent of the United State’s sweet 16th) my mom, in her speech, told my guests that when I was a child, I used to fall a lot. She said, now I am all grown up. It was an anecdote that one of my friends took a note of, and when it was her turn to speak, she said to me, (in Filipino) “your mom said when you were a child you used to fall a lot. If you ever fall now, just get up. If you can’t, we’re going to be here to help you.”
I was reminded of these words as we are here again at the start of a new year. As adults we lose the spirit of that child who isn’t afraid to get bruised in the playground, for we know that broken hearts and hurt egos are not as easy to mend as skinned knees. But as adults we also forget my friend’s words, that we are not alone, we have our family and friends who will be there to help us get back up stretching their hand and all we need to do is reach. As adults we forget our own strength that we have come to have from all these years, first, battling all imaginary enemies from childhood then our own insecurities then finding ourselves. We are ready to take leaps of faith and face anything head on.
Bring it on, 2015. We are ready for you.
Featured photo taken in Rome, Italy.