We had dinner with my parents Friday night and they relayed stories about how stubborn I was as a child. I refused medicine. And shots. And having my teeth pulled. My mom literally had to sit on me to give me medicine… and then I’d spit it out. I was also possibly dramatic.
But where is that fight today? I’m not suggesting we refuse medicine or anything beneficial, but when did we stop fighting and start giving in to everyone and everything around us? When did we start accepting shitty jobs and relationships? When did we start saying “yes” to things we don’t want to do so we don’t rock the boat? When did we stop fighting for our dreams?
There’s a reason three-year-olds aren’t tasked with making big decisions, but I think there’s a lot to be learned from their determination and stubbornness. They aren’t afraid to say no and won’t take no for an answer. They (mostly) nap when they’re tired. Eat when they’re hungry. And when they want something, they demand it. They don’t have the reasoning to apologize for it or try to justify it.
There is a special boldness and confidence level that children possess that we lose somewhere along the way. We become complacent. We give in and give up and deal with unhappiness. We stop believing in our abilities and ourselves.
So if I’m having a hard time this week, I will remember the little girl who refused and fought and clawed my way through life. I’ll remind myself that three-year-old me wouldn’t take this shit. And I’ll continue to fight.