“It was scary. But I just did it anyway.”
It was the end of the school day, the time when parents stand in line outside the double doors and wait for their children to burst free with a swarm of other elementary students, bundled up against the cold and crawling with energy.
When my daughters finally made their way over to me, my 7-year-old dropped her backpack on the ground at my feet, eager to play tag with her friends.
“Wait!” I cried as she started to run off. “How was assembly?”
“Great!” she called over her shoulder, as a friend grabbed her hand. They ran across the field.
That morning, she had casually mentioned to me that she was going to be singing a Christmas song at the school’s assembly. It was a time when all of the students gather together, and students can volunteer to get up and perform something of their choosing.
“So you’re going to get up and sing a song in front of everyone?” I was simultaneously impressed and terrified.
“Yep.” She seemed unfazed. “Jingle Bell Rock.”
“Wow. That’s amazing, honey.” My mama heart swelled.
I had learned from her previous teacher that she would often ask to perform at assembly — last year she would play the piano, even though she was just learning how to play. It didn’t matter that she didn’t really know what she was doing yet. She’d just get up and play something, anything, just to be up there and show that she could.
So back to parent pickup. When the girls finally exhausted themselves, their cheeks pink from running against the cold wind, we got into the car.
“Ok honey, you have to tell me about assembly. How did it go?”
She told me it was awesome. One of her friends had wanted to sing with her, but when she got up there, the friend was a little scared. So my daughter just sang, and held her hand, and finally her friend joined in.
“So weren’t YOU a little scared, yourself? Getting up there?”
“It was scary, but I just did it anyway. Because I wanted to. Because it’s fun.”
Being scared, and doing it anyway. Because you want to. Because it’s fun.
My daughter is so right. And my worries, my own personally anxiousness at her choosing to do something so “scary” and vulnerable, are my own.
I remember when I first started speaking as part of my business. I would literally feel like I was going to throw up or die before my presentation began. I would nearly convince myself that I couldn’t do it, that I was sick and had to cancel. It felt like torture.
And yet … I finally started seeking these opportunities out. Because I wanted to. Because, if I were being honest, they were kind of fun. Even the stomach-turning parts.
Yes, sometimes adventures are scary. So what? That shouldn’t stop us from taking them. If we can get past the nausea-inducing nervousness, we’ll probably find that the things that push us outside our comfort zones are actually the most fun things.
So happy new year, mamas. It’s time to have some new adventures. What’s on your bucket list? Share your upcoming adventures — in motherhood or in business — in the comments below, or over on Facebook and Instagram.
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