In my own journey, of picking weighted objects out of my own backpack, I have been faced with choices, to let it go or to transform it.
It's an interesting process, and one that takes a lot of my attention and energy in life. Some experiences are easy to purge, like a yucky, moldy, smooshed up peanut butter and jelly sandwich that is causing quite a mess in the bag, while others are like trophies of a game played long ago.
I see the beginnings of the tendency to hold on to any and everything, the tendency to not let anything in, to be confused, to be one type of personality(one week and then another the next), to be rebellious, to be obedient, to want to please, to want to be completely independent.
These things are new to them. They are working it out. Stretching and testing their roots and wings. Lately I have been feeling like I have unearthed some large unknown objects out of these kids' backpacks. Working together, we've connected the dots to some inner kinks affecting their outer world. Connecting these dots leaves me with a sense of satisfaction. Like there's more that makes sense in the world and that somehow brings me comfort.
Paul Dennison, the creator of Brain Gym, once said in a class, under his breath, barely audible, perhaps in his mind, as an aside, "we are teaching kids to live lives they haven't lived yet." I remember this statement made me cry.
It's not possible to avert these kids from anything and everything that will be difficult in life. It's not my intention and I would not be helping them if I was to try to make everything better for them. Perhaps it's my own wish that I had someone show me the way, and it's that little girl that I am actually trying to heal. Being around these kids reminds me that it's never too late, and the body and brain are amazing. And once you give it a taste of possibility, it must, IT MUST move towards it.