MamaBlogger365 – Summer Slides Into Fall by Shira Adler, Diva Mama
For those of you following my recent blog posts, you might have noticed there have been more than a few weeks of “not-so-good” topics: from the loss of my grandfather to last weekʼs hurricane, itʼs been a hard summer — and itʼs been difﬁcult to ind moments to put in the “good” pile against the plethora of life challenges Iʼve faced in recent weeks. Iʼm even referring to those topics Iʼve not been able to blog about yet because the subject-matter is still a bit too “hot” — stay tuned for those — I assure you, you wonʼt wanna miss out!
Thankfully, a much-needed “good” came this past weekend — where once again I got to work as Cantor-in-Residence during the ﬁnal family camp session at Camp Nah-Jee-Wah in Milford, PA.
I really look forward to working family camp. I relish marking the passage of summer seasons by how much my kids have grown, how many teeth theyʼve lost and the increasing aquatic agility they show off with pride. What made this past weekend so memorable was that these simple pleasures were enhanced because we were joined by my honey and his just-13-year-old-son. Talk about togetherness! Five of us in one large bunk that normally sleeps eighteen!
Itʼs safe to say Iʼve been holding my breath, hoping for the ultimate satisfaction of seeing my kids come into their own in whatever way makes sense for them, and this weekend marked a wonderful milestone in that department for my daughter.
You see, for her, the camp water slide is the last frontier. She believed she was the only child between the ages of 7-17 who had yet to successfully navigate what looked like a ton of fun — a large green water slide that sends riders catapulting into the designated section of the inviting lake buffered by a yellow ﬂoatation dock.
My daughter has always wanted to try the big slide but had yet to succeed. The last family camp weekend I worked, she got very, very close to sliding into the winners circle, but after coaching, urging, cajoling, begging, she gave up, and descended back down the staircase dejected and self-defeated. It didnʼt help that her brother, two years younger, had last year mastered this contraption and was less than understanding over “what the big deal” was.
But it was a big deal. Not riding the water slide began to loom large in her legend as something she didnʼt have the guts to do — something she felt shame over — and therefore something that served as a constant reminder that she just didnʼt have what it takes to get it done, to succeed, to push past her fear.
“But this time itʼs going to be different, Mama,” she said. “This time I think I can do it.”
My honey and I stood at waterʼs edge cheering her ascent up the thirty steps to the platform. Bracing herself at the edge, in the ready position, I made eye contact with her giving her two thumbs up. Encouraged by cheers from Shirley, the wonderfully wise Manchester, UK-bred Nah-Jee-Wah lake instructor, my son, honey, and a small gathering of kind-hearted life guards, staff, campers and parents… we counted down… 3… 2… 1… and Emma let go.
Gaining momentum, I swear she was airborne in the blink of an eye and sailed right over the yellow balloon barrier before making an exultant splash into the warm lake water, inspiring the awe and appreciation of the older boys who had been trying to pull that stunt off all summer.
In the moment she resurfaced you have never seen as big a smile or heard as many loud cheers. In that moment, for my sweet girl who could use a couple of easy wins, the world became a brighter, more beautiful place. In that moment this child learned she could become her own best advocate, learned to face a huge fear and overcame a seemingly insurmountable obstacle.
Long after this weekendʼs summer sun sets, we who were privileged to witness my girlʼs ride will remember her moment. I know my daughterʼs bravery and willingness to conquer her fears will more than inspire me, it will help alleviate my own.
So for all of us holding on to that one thing we canʼt seem to get past, let go of, or are unwilling to conquer I say think of this weekend, think of my ten-year old and go for it! Isnʼt going for it the reason weʼre all here anyway?
Bio: By day Shira Adler is a cantor, spiritual vocalist, certified pastlife regressionist, voice-over artist, producer, performer, writer/blogger and mompreneur and by night… well, she is actually the same person at night though she does admit to wearing fuzzy socks when no one can see her and hiding a secret stash of Mallomars somewhere near her writing desk for those late night pick-me-ups. In, around, and between her various work activities, she is raising two beyond-the-spectrum children as a single mom (though lovingly gives a shout out to her best friend, editor and soulmate whom she considers the bees knees). Is it any wonder her website’s tag line is One Voice Many Paths? Seriously, look up the definition of a multi-tasking Mama and you will find her picture there. But when it comes to living a life of connection, faith and consciousness Shira is the gal to call — or if you’re fresh out of Mallomars — she’s always happy to give you one. For more information visit: ShiraAdler.com, read her blog at Diva-Mama.com; Social: Twitter (1DivaMama), Facebook (DivaMama1), Tumblr (not really sure, but the name is cute) and LinkedIn (because doesn’t everyone?).
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