I was watching Modern Family this week (if you don’t watch it, you must because it’s hilarious!) and one of the plot lines was about parents being overly cautious with their little girl learning to ride a bike. It was really funny of course, and as a parent now, I completely understand this sentiment. However, it made me remember myself as a child, and how overly cautious I was…and how it really didn’t serve me well.
I was that kid who basically was afraid of most everything. Germs, sports, the dark, and giant structures of dinosaur bones (my parents took me to a lot of museums, so that should make more sense to you knowing that). I was bad at sports because I was scared to take risks, and if you don’t have confidence, you tend to fall a lot. So I never roller skated down hills. I never learned to skateboard or do much with bats or balls that could potentially injure me. I got semi decent at gymnastics until I realized that I was completely not flexible and a foot taller than everyone in my class. Dance was out after my parent shut it down. I mean, I was always more interested in music anyway, but being semi decent at something physical would have been nice, you know? I remember my best friend introducing me to “sour grass”…you know that clover looking stuff that kids chew on because it tastes sour? I refused to try it, because I informed her that “a dog could have peed on it” and she’d never know. I was the total life of the party right??
The first time I went on an airplane was when I went on my senior trip to Europe in high school. I know…dove right in, didn’t I?! I was of course, fairly afraid to fly (I mean, you’re sitting on a chair IN THE SKY for crying out loud), partly because I’d never done it before. Hilariously, my very first flight hit some turbulence and 90 percent of the passengers on the plane vomited into those little bags they provide. Or onto my jacket and my shoe. So that happened, and I thought that dramamine was just something you had to take to survive flying at all…and for my second flight, no one vomited and everyone fell asleep due to the drugs. The first time (and second time) I tried snowboarding, I fell on my butt every single time I got off the dumb ski lift. I mean, the thing was not moving at all that fast, but regardless, I would literally sit down in slow motion in the snow when it stopped. Yeah. It sucked. I finally gave up and tobogganed down the bunny slopes on my rear end like a little kid. I’ve still never been skiing, water skiing, wake boarding, in a lake, to Mexico, or to the bar downtown that smells like urine and bleach. You can get a basic sense of how adventurous I truly am!
I really want my kids to have an appropriate amount of fearlessness. Like, obviously I want them to be smart about stuff, but they shouldn’t be afraid to play sports or try new stuff. Being adventurous when you’re young gives you a lot more life experiences to lean on and helps you be more of a flexible adult. Unlike me, who all joking aside, struggles a lot to go out of my hometown where I have my comfort zone all mapped out. I’m working on it, but it’s so much harder than if I had been taught that certain things weren’t meant to be feared on the level that I feared them. I mean, I eventually loved sour grass and hey, probably munched on a little dog pee, but it’s sterile right?
Thankfully, I never developed fear of wearing different or interesting things, so that’s something right? I’ve got a renewed love of vintage slips (can you tell?!) so I thought this one would be fun to pair with my husband’s military inspired shirt (he loves it when I raid his stuff even though my clothes try to eat his clothes in our closet!) and some combat boots. It’s fun to play around with the soft girly quality of the lacy vintage with the elements of the more masculine like lace up boots and a men’s shirt. Fearlessness belongs in many things, and fashion is most definitely one of them!
Have an AMAZING and FEARLESS weekend!