INNER STRENGTH ◽ YOU
Joyful Moments
by Michelle Wyatt
Joy can come from surprising places. Sometimes it’s a simple event that comes on suddenly and sometimes it takes pushing through fear.
During our limited time together, my boys and I manage to make the most of what God has to offer and what I know is best for my boys - getting some sunlight and physical activity. It’s become enough of a routine when we have our Saturdays together and circumstances allow us to, that my “indoor” son as he describes himself, doesn’t react as negatively as he used to. In fact, later in this article I will share how Brendan found his joy despite the heat.
Thankfully the Lakeview Pavilion Park in Round Rock Texas, the newly renovated part of Old Settlers Park, is one that the boys and I agreed was worth checking out one particular Saturday. It has climbing features that not only keep my oldest from being too bored, but it’s also encouraged my other son to challenge himself.
Matthew has said repeatedly that he doesn’t like climbing as high as his brother. He has climbed as high as his brother on rounded apparatuses with plenty of places to
step, but this particular tower was more intimidating. It was not as open. The steps were on the inside, where not as much sun was getting in. I’m excited to share next the joyful moment that came as he faced his fear.
He pushed past his nerves, stepped across a rope bridge and climbed up that tower! I knew he could do it. Now here’s a part of the story I did not expect. While he was crossing over a rope bridge and climbing up a tall tower, he said,
“I don’t trust this rope. I don’t trust myself.”
I was tempted to point out why he could trust it, but I stopped myself. It wasn’t my job at that point to change his mind. My job was to be present to him and support him. I was right there with him, encouraging him and telling him how great of a job he was doing.
“You’re doing it. I am very proud of you!” I encouraged.
I may not remember everything I told him, but that much I know I told him. He had a subtle smile the whole time, too. He braved through these strong thoughts and feelings behind it. I hope deep down he was proud of himself. The more he has successful moments such as this, I am confident he will build upon trusting himself. It’s not going to mean as much if I tell him.
While Matthew’s story of joy came from facing his fear, my son Brendan found his smile in a quick change of events. Brendan didn’t last long out in the humid air of the park, so he took a break, went to the shaded table and had more of a snack. I was right there with him because, yes, it was hot. I could tell he wasn’t having as much fun at this point. I know not every moment is going to be fun. It’s hard for me to watch though, because having limited time together is already not fun. We make the most of it.
Out of nowhere, Matthew came up and challenged his brother to a race. It happened so fast I missed the detail on where they were going. It didn’t matter. Brendan forgot about the heat and took off. Being competitive is part of Brendan’s nature, so while it wasn’t playing a video game, I could tell he enjoyed it.
Joyful moments don’t have to last long. Even just a few seconds is enough to break up the day and move us to look out for the next joyful moment.
If I can do it, so can you!
I dedicate this story to Marcy’s late beloved husband, Jon Lytle. Marcy has blessed us with stories of joy that they shared together. Love continues to go out to you, Marcy, and always will!