Dare to Dream, Mom?
It was A again. He loves to fix me on a challenge date. While he defeats me in Chess, I win the Scrabbles board. He will run and I walk. We often challenge ourselves with some tasks and kill the boredom. So, today, it was yet another challenging day for me. It was a nail biting moment. God forbids him from remembering my weakness. He took no time to think. Swimming! Giggled A as he playfully ran his fingers through his curly hair. “Nooooooooo.. You cannot do this to me for you know that I dread water”, I shrieked in a high voice. “A dare is a dare, either dare my challenge or accept your defeat,” A, sounded calm but firm. I did not take a chance to show myself weak, why would I? I accepted his dare thus forcing me to learn the basic swimming course within a month and prove myself on the Women’s day.
I could have let Go the EGO and accept the Defeat easily, after all he is my son and I am not going to lose anything to him. Why did I accept the dare knowing my fear for water? My mind kept flashing back to the past memories. Few years before, we holidayed at a waterpark resort in Malaysia, widely known for its longest and highest water slides. K and A were professional swimmers and I was the odd man out. I was searching for the poolside Lounger to settle with my favourite book “The Immortals of Meluha”. (Well, that is what I do when I accompany them to the swimming pool on weekends. They would forcibly invite me to watch their water workout until I fume with anger because, I the moment I dive into the pool, I would sink deep) K locked the valuables in the safety vault and dragged me to the slide. Both convinced me to join them and I finally agreed. We followed one by one while sliding. It was really fun and I enjoyed the ride until I drowned into the pool. Although the water level was not deep, I had difficulty to raise my body and swim up. I could feel the darkness around me and I thought, that was the last day of my life. I cried for help raising my hands up. Meanwhile A and K became suspicious about me missing as we followed the back of each other. Perhaps they saw me waving for help. Without wasting a minute A dived into the pool and dragged me up. I rest my case on swimming and decided never to think about it. Well, let’s get back to my moment. I still had a chance to admit my defeat and escape the dare which I did not want to. As a frequent flyer, chances of flight accidents were common, and K always insisted me to learn swimming for good reasons. I had the regrets of not being able to swim. Today, I am destined to learn it for a dare. I confidently signed up for the swimming lessons with a female instructor and learnt the basic swimming skills. I was amazed by the way my body floated on top of the water after two weeks of intense water drills. There was no turning back since then. I decided to master the skills after my dare challenge and I did it. I think it was a combination of knowing I was smart (although lacking confidence), and being married to someone who believed me. I have no regrets about the Dare, but a sense of gratitude to the boys for instilling the Confidence in me to dare the challenge thus being able to learn yet another skill in my midlife.
I love the way A Demanded me for the dare. Demanding your loved ones is always a fair game. I demand the Love from them when I feel I am being Unnoticed. I demand the Respect from them if they need it back as a return gift. Here, there is a difference between the former and the later. If I hesitate to demand in the former, the gap will be worsened day by day. If I do not demand in the second one, my Self-respect will be at stake.
I love playing the Devil’s Advocate with the boys on a healthy argument. Mostly the boys form a team and I play alone. Being two, and especially boys, they agree on everything. To win the argument, I can always play the devil’s advocate as I never feel guilty to Exaggerate or be Exaggerated.
On a final note, I bring you three of my favourite quotes of Maya Angelou.
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- When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.
- There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
- If you are always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be.
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