Always enjoy reading your posts. We definitely raised our kids with this philosophy, and as young adults they are not holding back from pursuing their passions. Good job parents!
Finding joy is part of taking risks. Or is it taking risks is part of finding joy? I broke my shoulder playing pickleball. I was so grateful that it wasn't a leg and while I loved it, now I'm focused on a side hustle doing standup comedy, a hugely risky venture that is so much fun. It is because of you, Drew, that I believed I could do it. Your 30-day humor challenge, and our brief talk about how to get started, led me to this place. And I love your idea of having a quote, pun, or funny quip at the end of our emails. "Break a leg" takes on new meaning when it has actually happened.
My son broke his leg at preschool when he was 2. They called me when it happened, although they didn't know it was broken, and I told them I would come after lunch because wasn't he about to go down for a nap anyway? I was having lunch with friends from out of town. As soon as I saw him try to take a step, I knew I'd made an error in having a leisurely lunch with friends before checking on him! Who was taking a risk, him, resulting in a broken leg, or me, choosing to have lunch with friends instead of picking up my broken 2-year-old from preschool? Not sure, but it makes for a good story now. He's 18 now.
I use humor in my work in dementia care because there's no better way to diffuse a stressful situation than sharing a laugh. My observational humor game is strong, but I can't write a pun to save my reputation—but luckily, I don't have one of those either. (Got that from Chat GPT. Not bad.)
As someone who has broken my arm 4 times...first time trying to avoid being tagged "it" by going to the muddiest part of the grass in the playground in 3rd grade and slipping in the mud with the new coat I was told not to wear and broke my arm. The broken arm prevented me from getting in trouble about the coat. Second time... I was in the 5th grade and I was running somewhere and another kid who was on crutches with a broken leg tripped me with his crutch (on purpose!). He did not get in trouble because he had a broken leg already! Yet I spent the whole summer in an itchy cast and no going swimming for me. Boohoo! Third time.... I was in the 6th grade. My mother and her boyfriend at the time (who I did not like) were on vacation in Florida and I was walking to school and saw a piece of ice the size of a quarter and I thought I should step on it. I slipped and broke my arm. Despite my grandmother's dismay, my mother and later to become her husband chose not to return home early. So my best efforts to ruin their vacation seemingly did not work. Fourth time...I was an adult...a beautiful sunny, warm November day and I was walking to a work meeting in another building. There was a cut away in the sidewalk for a wheelchair at the crosswalk and I thought to myself that my back was hurting so I would use it since I was "handicapped". I wasn't before yet was after. Dislocated my elbow ( which is the worse thing for an arm) and destabilized my pelvis all of which required about a year before I was able to walk without looking like Quasimodo. I have fallen many times since without broken bones. So I am just clumsy and I also have to be careful about what I think because often it can have painful results! Yet I have gotten some really good mileage out of these stories...now including here! Learned a lot about myself and others through these experiences. So no worries...your little peanut ...I mean pineapple.....will relish her clean pink cast and how caring her parents were when she broke her arm...being chased by a pretzel!
I am with you! My fifteen-year-old daughter broke her arm when she was four. Taking risks and being brave is an essential part of being human and growing. You can learn without failure. Wait until she wants to take the car the first time. ;)
Always enjoy reading your posts. We definitely raised our kids with this philosophy, and as young adults they are not holding back from pursuing their passions. Good job parents!
Thank you! And that's reassuring to hear, that's what we want!
Finding joy is part of taking risks. Or is it taking risks is part of finding joy? I broke my shoulder playing pickleball. I was so grateful that it wasn't a leg and while I loved it, now I'm focused on a side hustle doing standup comedy, a hugely risky venture that is so much fun. It is because of you, Drew, that I believed I could do it. Your 30-day humor challenge, and our brief talk about how to get started, led me to this place. And I love your idea of having a quote, pun, or funny quip at the end of our emails. "Break a leg" takes on new meaning when it has actually happened.
That's amazing, Sue! I'm so glad you're giving it a go. When do we get to see a clip :)?
Well, there might be a few words in my bits that wouldn't be for all ears. I am working on a clean set. Just not there yet. :).
My son broke his leg at preschool when he was 2. They called me when it happened, although they didn't know it was broken, and I told them I would come after lunch because wasn't he about to go down for a nap anyway? I was having lunch with friends from out of town. As soon as I saw him try to take a step, I knew I'd made an error in having a leisurely lunch with friends before checking on him! Who was taking a risk, him, resulting in a broken leg, or me, choosing to have lunch with friends instead of picking up my broken 2-year-old from preschool? Not sure, but it makes for a good story now. He's 18 now.
I use humor in my work in dementia care because there's no better way to diffuse a stressful situation than sharing a laugh. My observational humor game is strong, but I can't write a pun to save my reputation—but luckily, I don't have one of those either. (Got that from Chat GPT. Not bad.)
Haha, that is a good one from ChatGPT :).
That's the tough thing, they fall so often you never know when it's an "owie" and an "oh my goodness something is very wrong."
As someone who has broken my arm 4 times...first time trying to avoid being tagged "it" by going to the muddiest part of the grass in the playground in 3rd grade and slipping in the mud with the new coat I was told not to wear and broke my arm. The broken arm prevented me from getting in trouble about the coat. Second time... I was in the 5th grade and I was running somewhere and another kid who was on crutches with a broken leg tripped me with his crutch (on purpose!). He did not get in trouble because he had a broken leg already! Yet I spent the whole summer in an itchy cast and no going swimming for me. Boohoo! Third time.... I was in the 6th grade. My mother and her boyfriend at the time (who I did not like) were on vacation in Florida and I was walking to school and saw a piece of ice the size of a quarter and I thought I should step on it. I slipped and broke my arm. Despite my grandmother's dismay, my mother and later to become her husband chose not to return home early. So my best efforts to ruin their vacation seemingly did not work. Fourth time...I was an adult...a beautiful sunny, warm November day and I was walking to a work meeting in another building. There was a cut away in the sidewalk for a wheelchair at the crosswalk and I thought to myself that my back was hurting so I would use it since I was "handicapped". I wasn't before yet was after. Dislocated my elbow ( which is the worse thing for an arm) and destabilized my pelvis all of which required about a year before I was able to walk without looking like Quasimodo. I have fallen many times since without broken bones. So I am just clumsy and I also have to be careful about what I think because often it can have painful results! Yet I have gotten some really good mileage out of these stories...now including here! Learned a lot about myself and others through these experiences. So no worries...your little peanut ...I mean pineapple.....will relish her clean pink cast and how caring her parents were when she broke her arm...being chased by a pretzel!
Wow, what a collection of stories! That's a very funny perspective: didn't get in trouble about the coat because of the broken arm :).
I am with you! My fifteen-year-old daughter broke her arm when she was four. Taking risks and being brave is an essential part of being human and growing. You can learn without failure. Wait until she wants to take the car the first time. ;)
Haha, that's a good point. Maybe we'll only have driverless cars by then...