Ever be walking down the street, or through the grocery store, or even in your own home and just trip? And then you look behind yourself, trying to see what made you stumble, as if you were expecting to see some hand sticking out that grabbed your foot? But there’s nothing there. Just air.
I do. More frequently than I care to admit. And it’s usually because of one of two reasons …
I’m looking way too far ahead in my travels or I’m thinking way too much about my past expeditions. Either way, I’m not paying enough attention to the steps I am taking at the moment.
When I was a teen, I had those typical growing up days that were filled with angst and worries about my future – university plans, is that boy going to ask me on a date, will I get my period on swimming day in gym; or regret and insecurities about my past – the exam I ‘only’ got an 80 on, did I have fresh breath when he kissed me, was my bathing suit creeping up into the crack of my cute little bum when I got out of the pool. You know, the usual stuff teen girls think about when under the influence of life. And when it happened, my mom used to say something to me that always put things back into perspective. It drove me nuts when she said it, but it worked. Every time.
“Marianne, look down”, she would say. “Where are your feet? C’mon, put your head down and look at them. Where are they?”
I would oblige and look down, point at my feet, and say “Right there.”
“That’s right”, she would reply. “Right here, right now. If you waste too much time thinking about where they were yesterday or where they might be tomorrow, you’re gonna forget where they are right now. And you’ll trip over yourself doing it.”
I can hear her voice saying those words to me now, as if she were standing right beside me. As much as I may not have liked it when she said them when I was younger, I still use that precious life lesson she gave me when I’m under the influence of life as I know it today.
I remember that there is a bright future in front of me. But much like the sun, if I stare into it for too long at a time, I’ll get blinded. And I remember that there is a shadow behind me too. But if I gaze at it for too long, I’ll trip and stumble, just like on thin air on a sidewalk. The sun and the shadow are two parts of my unique journey. I need them both. I need to plan and dream for the sun that will shine ahead of me, whether it may be on clear days or on cloudy days. And I need to learn from the shadows that same sun cast in my past, both the ones that look full and curvaceous as well as the ones that look thin and frail. Most importantly however, I need to be mindful that they are/were only destinations along the way, not the journey itself. The journey is taking place right where my feet are – right here, right now. Just like my mama said.
I think I’ll go buy me pair of multi-colour socks today. They outta brighten up today’s journey. If not for me, then for the folks who see me in them. And they’ll remind me to bow my head. Just like my mama taught me to.
Love you mom. Always have. Always will.
xxoo Marianne
In response to today’s Daily Prompt: Shadow
Image source: Graham Hellewell user on flickr.com, CC2.0 Generic
I like your mom. She had the right words at the right time for you to remember for the rest of your life. Perfect.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes she did. Wacky words, I thought at the time. Now I see them as wise words. Funny how our thoughts about out parents change as we age eh? 🙂
Thanks Charles … Marianne
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is such an inspirational and comforting post! As a teen currently stuck in AP testing, I was refreshed by your post, and I also was able to shift my perspective a bit 🙂 Thanks!
I also love how you related this to gazing at the sun too much and then to looking at the shadow and all.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much for letting me know you liked it MimiTa, and how it refreshed you. I’m sure my angelic mom is smiling down at you right now in happiness for you too.
Keep trudging along the journey called teenhood … there’s lots more happiness waiting for you it.
Marianne
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for your words of comfort, hope, and encouragement! Have a wonderful rest of your day! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your mother gave very wise and easy to understand words to be remembered for a lifetime.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have to agree with you Bernadette. Hope I always am able to hear her telling me to look at my gosh darn feet!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sweet greetings Marianne! Your writing and sharing touches me every time. Bless your wise Mama’s heart, I would loved to sit and chat with her.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Singledust. Feels good to know I reach people in the manner I intend to through my writing.
I think you would have liked her muchly. And she was always up for a good cup of coffee and a chat! 🙂
LikeLike
Wow, what a wise mama.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think so too 🙂
LikeLike
Footsteps are a motif, eh? Ah, you mention the distinction between the narrative self and living in the moment. Groovy stuff. Also, since you’re an INFJ, you’re shadow function (least developed) is Se (sensory extroversion), which some say is necessary for good balance. I just thought I’d tease. 😛
Oh, your mother and I would probably be snorting coffee on each other…it would be that hilarious.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh Capital Q, why do I read comments before finishing my first cuppa???
My Se is my least developed eh? Forgot some of those details of my past personality typing. Guess I better go look them back at up.
And just an fyi … my mom did snort her coffee, just like I do. She had the greatest uninhibited laugh so if cause arose for a giggle out of her, yes sometimes it came out of her nose too. 🙂 Loved it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Definitely not advisable. By the way, I’ve written about INFJs…this is meant to be ominous. 😛
Yup, coffee would be flowing if we had met. She sounds amazing. I’ve actually known a fair few people from your location, now that I think about it. They were all very interesting. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Guelph is a pretty cool place. Very liberal. Very accepting. Very inclusive. Makes for an atmosphere of be who you are, we’ll like you for it warts and all. Perhaps due to that there might be a few more INFJS here so we don’t feel so rare after all?
LikeLiked by 1 person
You never know, that just might be the case. If I ever visit…you know I’ll come knocking. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Warning – I’ll only answer the door IF my extroverted side want to talk to anyone at that time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good and authentic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
[…] upon a time – Willow’s Corner 93. Night shots – puja season – debooWORKS 94. Where Are Your Feet? – along the side of the road 95. The Day Project – The shadow on the Island of Sodor 96. Jacki Kellum Juxtapositions: Read […]
LikeLike