This guest post is at my request. Emmaclaire relayed the story to me and I *asked* her to come here and share. I ask, should you have a moment, you share your best conquering weight room *fears* in the comments below. Thank you!
When I read Carla’s post about being brazen, it didn’t have negative connotations to me as it did some readers.
Rather, I thought it a great descriptor of Carla herself, and an adjective I would be pretty happy to hear applied to me.
But I don’t think of myself as brazen at all.
Granted, I’ve done some things that others may find outside their comfort zone: sign language interpreting for a former shuttle astronaut in front of a huge theatre full of people (just part of my job) or climbing a 100-foot tree in the rain forest of Costa Rica (just part of the vacation package).
That’s not brazen to me; maybe because I just did them, I didn’t make the conscious choice to do something outside my own comfort zone.
My 17-year-old daughter is my brazen inspiration.
She is truly her own woman and puts herself out in the world in a way that I certainly never would have at her age.
For example, I am a nervous traveler.
I’m always afraid I’m going to get lost in an airport and miss my flight or something.
Heck, I’m 53 and I’ve only flown alone 3 times in my life! But we made it a point to travel as much as we could with the kids when they were young.
And the result? Princess is flying solo to Finland for 6 weeks this summer to visit her boyfriend. She hasn’t expressed any travel concerns because it’s just what we do.
When she was old enough to go to the gym with her dad, they used to lift weights on Sundays while I was doing my long run.
They even got matching t-shirts with the monikers “Olga” and “Helga” on them (yes, they bought me my own that says “Ludmilla”, but I have yet to wear it).
So when the time came for her to sign up for her required high school PE classes, she naturally chose Strength and Conditioning.
Mattered not one whit to her that she was one of only 2 girls in a class with 17 high school boys.
And cut-off t-shirts.
She would compete with them, even taunt them.
She loved it when she was able to out-lift, out-run or out-crunch one of those guys. And she never gave it a second thought.
Why? Because it’s just what she does.
For myself, I’ve allowed myself to be intimidated by the weight room.
I have made a New Year’s Goal for the past 3 years to just take the plunge and do it.
Part of my concern is that I work for the local high school, and the weight room is often filled with young guys from my school.
I have this nagging worry that they will see me there and think “Eeew! It’s my school secretary!”
When I told Princess about my issues, she said “we should go together, Mom!”
I would be tickled to have her be the trail-blazer in this situation, allowing me to follow in her brazen wake, even if she doesn’t feel it’s a brazen thing at all.
We’ve made a date for next Tuesday. Maybe I’ll finally wear my Ludmilla shirt!
I imagine there will be things as she moves along in her life that she will see others doing with ease and will wish for the brazenness to just put herself out there.
My wish for Princess is that she be blessed with a remarkable daughter such as mine, who will someday say to her:
It’s just a short hop to the moon, Mom, we should go together!
…because it’ll just be what they do.