Learning a valuable lesson from Ysabel

I was distracted by my daughters crying one afternoon. She really sounded so upset over something that she couldn’t stop herself from crying. I wanted to ignore her because I was dying to get some sleep as I wanted to shut my mind off my own personal problems too. But the sound of her cry felt like she was telling me in a way to comfort her from whatever it was that was making her upset, although I heard that she and her cousin had a fight over something and my dear Ysabel was hit in the head, that’s why she was crying.




No, its not that I do not want to attend to her; In fact I felt so guilty that I did not ran to her side immediately after I heard her cry. I have confidence with my children. I know that they can handle their cousins and playmates and a petty quarrel among kids should not be an issue with me.

Besides, I always tell my kids that if they are about to be hit by someone, just try to get out of the way, but never hit back because it’s not good. Unfortunately, my little girl was not quick enough to avoid getting hit and so she was crying her pain out but she did not come crying to me..,I guess she was trying to be strong and she didn't want to bother me. Now I'm guilty.

I stood up and went to her side wiping her tears from her cheeks. My Ysabel reminds me greatly of how I was when I was a little girl. Playful, friendly, and I always wanted to share my toys with friends. I didn't like playing alone. So it’s either I was at my friends house to play, or my friends and I turned our house into a circus.

I asked Ysa what's wrong and she said while sobbing that her cousin hit her in the head because of a toy. Then I replied the very same thing I would tell her every time occasions like this happen, and that is to avoid getting hit. I would explain to her that if it was not her toy, she would have to wait until she was allowed to borrow. Then my daughter replied, "ok Mom". Then she stopped crying and went back outside to play.

Her reaction was so simple. And it somehow struck me. She was hurt, yes, but she did not dwell on the feeling of getting hurt for so long. After realizing what happened to her and what she can do about it, she stopped crying and went back to her cousin to play with her. That simple!

Ironic isn’t it? I tell my daughter to avoid getting hurt and she shows me how to "accept getting hurt". And that’s the best way to deal with our problems in life.

Acceptance.

To stop crying over spilled milk and start moving on.

We cannot avoid the many obstacles that come with life. That's reality. And nobody can ever help us confront that reality besides us.

My Ysa is indeed strong.

Stronger than I am.

Thank you for discretely teaching mommy what do.

I’m looking forward to learning more lessons from you. I love you.