Riding the wave
Sometimes parenting can feel like trying to ride a wild bull….just hanging on for dear life! Recently, in particular, I’ve been feeling that life has been throwing me a few curve balls and at times I’ve felt like my head has only just been above the water. When I stop to think about it, the reason why I’ve felt like I’ve been drowning is because I’ve been fighting it rather than just allowing myself to ride the wave. What I mean by *riding the wave* is allowing myself to go along with the direction of the flow, because eventually it will take me back to shore. It reminds me of something one of my favourite uni lecturers said (paraphrasing somewhat): When we look at the ocean, we all accept that at times it will be turbulent with large waves and at other times calm and still, but always deep and mysterious and yet, we often put pressure on ourselves (as complex as we human beings are) to be calm and still all the time and lament when we fall …