Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Some Things Must Be Learned On One's Own
At one point, Mr. Thomas praised my performance and bayed the other children to come watch. I was a star. For a few days at least. But eventually all the first graders combined for gym class, and I quickly faded into the background. There was Jimmy, his father was once a professional player and he had obviously inherited skills. Leslie was surprisingly fast and agile for a girl.
The truth was that I was good, not great. It was the first in a series of heartbreaking realizations. I wasn't the fastest, strongest, or even the smartest. In fact, I seemed to hide in a cloud of mediocrity for so many years. It wasn't for a lack of trying. I once spent a whole summer training for a basketball squad to be cut in the first round of tryouts.
It was only years later, that I realized that the painful fits and starts of childhood were the building blocks of becoming a successful adult. It was in failure that I found the most sound master.
I try to remember this as I watch my children struggle to leap over the hurdles of youth. I know that each flubbed performance or sub par grade stings them much more than I. Yet, I struggle, like most parents on when to intervene. How does one know when to rip the bandage off quickly or to peel slowly and feel the burn? I survived and became stronger. Will they?
In some ways doctoring resembles parenting. My patients are far from children, but the casual similarity remains. I have the benefit of experience to guide them through situations they are unequipped to manage on their own.
Strangely enough, I still question when to intervene.
Some things have to be learned on one's own.
Posted by Jordan Grumet at 5:51 PM