Phil had dropped in to go through our insurance coverage in detail. Two hours later he was headed out the door when Karen asked him about his family. He explained he had six children and sixteen grandchildren. When I commented that Karen is a reading tutor for kids getting started in elementary education, Phil mentioned that he has two autistic grandchildren and one Down Syndrome child. He then told us a short story I will not soon forget.
His Down Syndrome granddaughter came home from school one day with bloody and skinned hands. After a fair amount of questioning and prying, her mom got out of her that she had been trying to prove she could do what the other kids do at school. In this case, she was trying to make it from one end of the monkey bars to the other, hand-over-hand, without dropping off. Her mangled hands were a result of many unsuccessful attempts. Through tears she told her mother, “I can do hard things!”
I’ll think of that the next time I run into a business challenge that is important but where I am shrinking from the hard work of seeing it through. I’ll think of that the next time a family member asks me for help on something that metaphorically looks like a steep mountain, at a time when I’d really rather expend my energy elsewhere. And I’ll think about that little girl the next time I set a personal goal, large or small, that suddenly reveals itself to be much more difficult than I had planned.
One more thing…I’ve asked my family to adopt with me a motto for our clan. It doesn’t have to be the only principle that states who we are, but I think it will prove to be an important one. “I can do hard things.”