Tuesday, April 23, 2013
My daughter is in physical therapy. She's 18 months old, and it was very difficult for me to admit she needed help. She has no actual medical issues, and I am grateful she is typically healthy and developing normally. She just can't do things physically that other kids seem to be able to do. Anyway, we got her assessed about three months ago, and she qualified for services from the county to help her physical development. We've been going since then, and we've seen great progress. She can walk now, which is HUGE and exciting.
When I try to make excuses to myself when I want to skip my workouts in the morning, I try to think about her. She pushes, and tries so hard to get strong. She cooperates with workouts (I'm shocked I can get a toddler to do squats and situps!), and no matter what her mood, she attempts to do what she needs to for her health. I know that she's too young to realize her strength and perseverance, but it a lot of ways, that's even more powerful for me. When I pull back all the junk in my head that is holding me back, I realize that I am wired to grow and improve myself. I just put up roadblocks. Over time, my natural strength and push to improve myself got hidden under layers and layers of self doubt and negative talk. There is NO reason I can't do at least as well as toddler. Bring. It. On.