tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197Sat, 04 Mar 2017 10:33:18 +0000Jenniferphysical courageemotional courageCourage Quote of the DayLisasocial couragetalesDr. Lisa's Parenting Tippersonal storymoral courageintellectual couragestorytellingspiritual courageattachmentCourage Question of the Dayparentingcourage challenge5-Minute Courage Workoutfearbook reviewinternal vs. external locus of controlstorytelling tipsCourage Challenge of the DayCourage Tip of the Daycourage book reviewlifeskillsadoptionanxietycourage quotation of the daySix Types of Couragecourage definedpsychoneurobiologyBettelheimShout Outbirth storycognitive restructuringcourage developmentlocus of controlperseveranceseparation anxietytrue storiesaerophobiacognitive reframingcourage is a choiceemotional intelligenceencouraging courageheroesinfancymythologyperfectionismright-brain developmentsocial courgetrust-building game7 Baby B's of BondingCourage In ActionPlan Badaptive capacityaltruismamygdalaeasking for helpattunementclimbing treescognitive biasdangerfriendshipnarrativeneurobiologyneuroscienceobject permanencepainregulatory focusresiliencyrisk assessmentstorytellngtimeLion's WhiskersA parenting coach and a children's book author discuss raising their kids to have courage for the challenges on the path ahead/noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)Blogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-7817227475482754585Sun, 25 Nov 2012 16:00:00 +00002013-03-22T16:31:43.642-04:00cognitive restructuringemotional courageLisaphysical couragePlan BresiliencyRunning Plan B<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-t2YvSfswfJU/ULI9AdfMAYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/PuHymN6-SIU/s1600/storm clouds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" rea="true" src="/-t2YvSfswfJU/ULI9AdfMAYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/PuHymN6-SIU/s320/storm clouds.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Three weeks ago I was packing my bag and planning to head to New York City to run the ING NYC 2012 marathon. That is until Hurricane Sandy came to town and wreaked havoc on too many lives to count. I was one of 47,000 runners from around the world registered to run 26.2 miles through what is now considered one of the worst environmental disasters to hit the East Coast. </div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Unlike many residents along the marathon route and beyond, I didn’t lose power, access to clean drinking water, my home, family members, or my livelihood. When my friends starting texting and calling me a few hours before my departure, to notify me of the race cancellation, they were all sympathetic and guessed I would be disappointed. All I could think was that Mayor Bloomberg had made a difficult, but necessary, decision to channel much-needed supplies and human resources&nbsp;designated for the race to those who truly needed them. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="/-XojsdmqK7w0/ULI7jnBLSzI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FkBpzsaXeuc/s1600/life is all about how you handle Plan B. mug shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="/-XojsdmqK7w0/ULI7jnBLSzI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FkBpzsaXeuc/s1600/life is all about how you handle Plan B. mug shot.jpg" /></a>One of my former coworkers has a beloved coffee mug that reads: “Life is all about how you handle Plan B.”&nbsp; Before starting this blog about how to nurture courage in our children and ourselves as parents, I had&nbsp;honestly never thought about&nbsp;how important it is to frame some of life’s unexpected and challenging circumstances as “Plan B” to help boost our capacity for the&nbsp;<a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">six types of courage</a>.&nbsp; It now strikes me that much of human courage, and a truer measure of our success in life, has to do with how we handle adapting, often in a singular moment, to the unexpected and challenging circumstances of our individual lives.&nbsp; In terms of parenting,&nbsp;since my kids were&nbsp;young I&nbsp;have had lots of conversations with them about&nbsp;differentiating&nbsp;life's “big stuff” (i.e. life-threatening illness) from the “small stuff” (i.e. not getting to push the elevator button).&nbsp; When my son was about five years old, after one such conversation when he was upset about a playdate cancellation, he proclaimed: “You know Mommy, if you reeeeaaaalllly think about it the big stuff can just be smashed apart to make smaller stuff.&nbsp; It's all just small stuff!!” (You can read about Jennifer’s perspective on&nbsp; <a href="/2012/03/plan-b.html">“Plan B” by clicking here</a>. You can also read more about cognitive reframing in one of my former posts <a href="/2011/08/hurricane-is-coming.html">A Hurricane is Coming</a>.)<br /><br /><br /><em>Well,</em> it didn’t take long for me to decide that I would lace up my sneakers and still run the marathon as scheduled--it would just have to be around my hometown instead. I figured I had done all my training and had collected some <a href="http://2012teamr2r.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1021269&amp;supid=369960424">$3,000 in charitable donations for the Alzheimer’s Association</a> in honor of my mother and uncle. I had all my gear ready. I was good to go! </div><br />Next, I cancelled my hotel reservation and diverted the refund to the <a href="http://www.redcross.org/lp/sandy">Red Cross Relief fund for Hurricane Sandy</a>. I wrote an email to all my sponsors who had so generously donated funds notifying them that I keep good on my promises. Not one of them asked for a refund! Instead, I received a flurry of supportive emails that strengthened my resolve to run.&nbsp;My husband and I then planned and drove a few possible 26.2 miler routes starting from our house. Some more hilly than others, through battlefields my ancestors had once fought on. I’m a little superstitious and also a big believer that everything happens for a reason; I figured running close to home on the same day, starting at the same time, from my own front porch instead of from the Hudson River’s edge on Staten Island, was what was meant to be. It always feels right and good when I’m living in the flow.<br /><br />When I called my uncle to inform him that I was still going ahead with my run on my own, to honor his courage in facing down Alzheimer’s, his response: “Well, how like you. This means you'll win the race, of course!” <br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="/-eMOoFq4t0I4/ULI7NXzUvYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MRusk0-mSAU/s1600/starting out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="/-eMOoFq4t0I4/ULI7NXzUvYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MRusk0-mSAU/s320/starting out.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starting out!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I started out at 10:30 a.m., with a hug from my daughter and a dear colleague. Halfway down the block I was surprised to find another dear friend outfitted to join me on my first six miles. My husband and son planned to be my loyal pit crew at various stops along the way. </div><br />I carried all the names of the family members my sponsors had honored through their donations. I read it out to myself and sent prayers for each of them at 13.1 miles and again towards the end of my run--when I really needed their strength and inspiration. I thought of the families struggling to recover and repair their lives after Hurricane Sandy, especially the mom from Staten Island whose two young children were torn from her arms by a giant wave and both of whom tragically died. A loss which I can only imagine must take the most courage any of us as parents can muster. <br /><br />I reflected on how truly grateful I am to be healthy enough to run on behalf of such important causes. I also thought, “Girl, if you can give birth twice, you can do this!”<br /><br />Around mile 16, I felt the presence of other runners coming up behind me. Being Canadian, I promptly apologized for hogging the narrow slip of road we were needing to share along my route, only to turn around and find two twin guardian angels—my son’s ex-girlfriend and her twin. They told me not to talk, good advice, and to just keep running. Not long after my mind went to an altered state and I just kept saying to myself “Just keep running, just keep running.” No deep insights. But maybe that's enough: just to keep moving, putting one foot in front of the other, staying VERY present, especially when you have to dig deep during tough times. <br /><br />I had always minimized the legendary “Wall” that every marathoner talks about, around miles 20-24. That is until “The Wall” found me at mile 22. It became too much to take a drink, stomach any energy “goo,” and it became very evident that I was going to have to draw on something much stronger than myself to finish this particular race. Most marathoners would agree that at this stage of a 26.2 miler, the balance tips in favor or mind over matter. I kept counting down the blocks and kept with my plan to run and not stop—no matter what! At that point, if I <i>had</i> stopped I figured I would lose all momentum and fall face-first onto the pavement. I was really concerned about honoring my commitment to my sponsors.&nbsp;Everything became very simple.&nbsp; Just breath, just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and push just that little bit further&nbsp;than&nbsp;I think&nbsp;I can: the&nbsp;essence of <a href="/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">physical courage</a>.&nbsp; The type of courage that Jennifer's friend Jane, a former professional ballerina, talks about in this post: <a href="/2012/04/dancing-through-pain-part-i.html">Dancing Through Pain</a>. <br /><br /> <br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="/-b9jR_whwBxQ/ULI8BTXb6VI/AAAAAAAAA7w/WKVRGDHkZkw/s1600/almost at finish line girl posse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="/-b9jR_whwBxQ/ULI8BTXb6VI/AAAAAAAAA7w/WKVRGDHkZkw/s400/almost at finish line girl posse.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost across the finish line </td></tr></tbody></table>A few blocks from home, I could hear a chorus of girls singing “She'll be coming around the block, when she comes…” Total relief! One final hill and I'd be home. I did my best, hunched over at this point, to challenge that hill, and was met at the top by my daughter and a group of her good friends. One of whom I overheard saying, “Your mom <i>seriously</i> looks like she's going to die.” Then followed a series of inspirational chalk sayings along our block, with my husband and son holding a make-shift finish line, fashioned from some spare rope from our garage, for me to cross some 4 hrs. and 25 mins. later—first, of course, as predicted! My twin angels clearly gracious enough to let me win this one! <br /><br /><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i>My learning? </i>In a nutshell: </span></b><br /><br /><span style="color: black;">• Disappointment gets in the way of decoding Plan B. </span><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"></span><br /></span><span style="color: black;">• Grace is accepting what happens as meant to be.</span><br /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><span style="color: black;">• Never underestimate good running shoes, hydrating, and regular re-fueling.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;">• Don't believe every thought that pops into your head—especially those at mile 22 that start "I can't..."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;">• Everyone needs a loyal pit crew. Treat them well! Give thanks!</span><br /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><span style="color: black;">• Stretching and being flexible can’t be underestimated, especially after 40.</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: black;"></span><span style="color: black;">• What we think is the big stuff can&nbsp;actually be broken into&nbsp;smaller, more manageable, stuff—especially when we focus on what’s truly important in life.&nbsp;Which, in&nbsp;my opinion, is to love and be loved.&nbsp; It takes all <a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">six types of courage</a> to live this value!</span><br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="/-0SiRvvUJIEs/ULI8KpqspWI/AAAAAAAAA74/5K9RYjYztYY/s1600/twin angels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="/-0SiRvvUJIEs/ULI8KpqspWI/AAAAAAAAA74/5K9RYjYztYY/s320/twin angels.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Across the finish line with my twin guardian angels!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="color: #990000;">Care to share one of your "Plan B" stories?</span></strong></em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/i04vDl1n4qw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/i04vDl1n4qw/running-plan-b.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)2/2012/11/running-plan-b.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-6794220616900375006Sun, 21 Oct 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-11-25T15:27:00.288-05:00anxietycognitive restructuringemotional couragefearintellectual courageLisaperfectionismphysical couragesocial couragespiritual courageMy Year of Living Fearlessly!<span style="color: #0b5394;">“<em>When we know who we are, we can overcome our fears and insecurities. We surpass our smaller selves who suffer the slings and arrows of our conditioned reality, and we move to the unconditional truth of our larger selves. The answers to the questions of what to do, what to say, whom to let in, and whom to keep out become a clear and simple matter of listening to our hearts. That inner voice helps us align with our purpose, because each of us has a purpose, even if we judge it to be insignificant the voice is there. We just need to listen to it. When we do that, we live in fearlessness.”</em></span> <strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">– Arianna Huffington, excerpted from <u>On Becoming Fearless in Love, Work, and Life</u></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-DB7NYJSZ_Vw/UIL5LLLYTQI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iQr9kjnUV5U/s1600/notepaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nea="true" src="/-DB7NYJSZ_Vw/UIL5LLLYTQI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iQr9kjnUV5U/s320/notepaper.jpg" width="248" /></a></div>Since my last&nbsp;blog post, I’ve been busy crossing things of my list of “Fears to Conquer and Dreams to Live,” as part of my intention to live fearlessly in 2012! <br /><br />At the beginning of this year, I wrote about my decision not to make a list of New Year’s resolutions in my post <a href="/2012/01/what-would-you-do-if-you-werent-afraid.html">What Would You Do if You Weren't Afraid?</a> Instead, I decided to embrace the idea that by striving to live fearlessly, an even more authentic and courageous self may emerge. The thing about fear is that it limits full self-expression while keeping us fearfully, anxiously captive. Perfectionism, the underlying culprit behind many New Year’s resolutions, is fear’s evil twin (I’ve written about it in <a href="/2012/05/making-failure-okay.html">Making Failure Okay</a>). Therefore, I also made a commitment to embrace the belief&nbsp; “I’m already enough.” <br /><br /><em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">We seek to help our kids to conquer their fears every day, and the best place to start is with ourselves!</span></em><br /><br />The first thing I did after writing my New Year’s post was to make a list of my fears. I was pleasantly surprised to find that none of the classic phobias were on the list. I’m not afraid of spiders, snakes, heights, public speaking, or flying. Of course, when I see a snake on the side of the road on one of my long distance runs, I still jump. That type of fear is biologically-based, instinctual, and the kind of self-protective response we need for survival. Pure fear, instead of anxious “fright,” can be a powerful protector and teacher. In 2012, however, I wanted to coax the monsters from out under my bed, rid old skeletons in my closet. Simply riding more roller coasters wasn’t going to do the trick. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-cFYHTsAPoxQ/UIL57udcgJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/A-MFjK2BMSk/s1600/halloween scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nea="true" src="/-cFYHTsAPoxQ/UIL57udcgJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/A-MFjK2BMSk/s320/halloween scene.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So, here’s where things got interesting. Once I was willing to commit to living fearlessly, I found that every single fear I may have avoided, stuffed, or otherwise denied, when given permission to be expressed, written down on paper, or otherwise invited to show its ugly face, did just that! Around about January 15th, it looked like Halloween in my own head!&nbsp; Therefore, as&nbsp;I became willing to face my fears, it became <em>very</em> important to identify specific goals and steps to take to conquer those fears. The fastest anxiety-busting technique I know is to take ACTION! As the old adage reminds us: “The only way out is through.” No matter how small the steps you take through fear, it just matters that you keep taking those steps. For every fear on my list, I came up with a fear-busting goal. <br /><br />Here's a sample of some of the fears from my January 1st, 2012 list:<br /><br /><strong>"I'm afraid of becoming blind."</strong> So, I promptly booked an appointment with an optometrist who reassured me I had neither a fatal&nbsp;brain tumor nor impending blindness. Instead, she prescribed a cheap pair of readers and told me “<em>You have excellent vision, but&nbsp;you're&nbsp;in your forties.&nbsp; The good news is that your forties aren't fatal! Your eye strain isn’t a tumor, you just need readers</em><em>.</em>” Phew!&nbsp; One fear down,&nbsp;nine to go!<br /><br /><strong>"I'm afraid of not having friends and family for support during tough times."</strong> So, I started reaching out to old and new friends and hosting more&nbsp;social gatherings, whether my house is clean or not, and repaired my heart and upped my happiness a little more in the process.&nbsp; I booked flights for myself and my family home to Canada for a much-needed family and friends fill-up after a two year absence. I’ve reconnected with old friends and estranged family members. I’ve learned to sit in the discomfort of misunderstandings and past hurts without needing to be right, but instead seeking to forgive and cultivate peace.<br /><br />A few of the fears on my list involved overcoming previous experiences that had evoked&nbsp;survival responses of fear, like my <strong>fear of snorkeling</strong> after getting caught off a coral reef a few years ago in the Caribbean (read about that by <a href="/2012/03/making-friends-with-fear.html">clicking here</a>). But most of my fears were more existential in nature. Fears that, upon reflection, I realized were holding me back in my relationships and career. Those fears were the ones rooted deep in childhood experiences that required some careful uprooting. Previous hurts in relationships still haunted me in the form of a <strong>fear of making mistakes, being unlovable, or being judged</strong>. The imposter syndrome was on the list. And like many others,&nbsp;the bag lady fear also made my list—minus the house full of&nbsp;cats. <br /><br />Looking at my list of fears, it struck me that I had inherited most of my fears from my parents and that, almost by osmosis, I had absorbed many from our culture primarily through fear-based media messaging. Fears like:&nbsp;<strong>losing everything and becoming homeless, being a bad parent, and getting sick and old</strong>. <br /><br />Many of my underlying fears I know I share with others. As a therapist I have the unique opportunity and privilege to listen as children, adolescents, and adults in my office peel back the layers to reveal the underlying fears that keep them unhappy and afraid in life. Our materialist society capitalizes on these very fears to sell stuff. “<em>If you buy this cream, you’ll look young and stay lovable</em>.” “<em>If you buy this insurance, you won’t get sick, grow old, and die alone.</em>” But life is unpredictable. Until we learn to live more fully in the present and take action, instead of worrying needlessly about future “what if’s,” we leave ourselves vulnerable to fear’s tight grip. It’s not as if anti-aging face creams, insurance policies, and saving for a rainy day are bad ideas. But I’ve found that when fear motivates my decisions, my goals are less aligned with being authentic and courageous and more about avoiding some kind of&nbsp;possible pain.<br /><br />After writing down my fears, my next step was to use the surest, quickest way I’ve found to release oneself from fear: author Byron Katie’s <a href="http://www.thework.com/thework-4questions.php">Four Questions</a> method. Her method helps folks to reveal how irrational most fears are and to discover what it might be like to live life without fearful thought. <br /><br /><strong>Here are her Four Questions: </strong><br />1. Is it true?<br />2. Can you absolutely know that it's true?<br />3. How do you react, what happens, when you believe that thought? <br />4. Who would you be without the thought? <br />Source: <a href="http://www.thework.com/">www.thework.com</a><br /><br />The four questions have helped me to discover that most all fears are irrational. I also found that once I identified key fears to conquer, more than enough opportunities presented themselves to help me overcome them! Don't say I didn't warn you! My responses to question 4 also helped me generate my list of dreams to live this year. <br /><br />For example, if I wasn’t afraid of being lost in New York City (which resulted in a mild panic attack a few years ago on Ellis Island), then I would sign up for the 2012 ING NYC marathon and run through all the city’s boroughs. So, I promptly signed myself up.&nbsp;&nbsp;On November 4th I will be completing my first marathon in fifteen years. It turns out that at age 45 I do have to stretch more, and my first few long&nbsp;runs were painful.&nbsp; But otherwise the optometrist is right,&nbsp;our forties aren't fatal! <br /><br /><strong>"I’m afraid of asking others for help"</strong> was also on my&nbsp;list of fears to conquer.&nbsp; Plenty of opportunities there when I put my ego aside and open myself up to others' help and what they have to teach <strong><em>me</em></strong>!&nbsp;&nbsp;I'm&nbsp;now fundraising and asking friends and family for money for the Alzheimer’s Association on behalf of my mother and uncle who have been recently been diagnosed with this devastating disease. Instead of running from my genetic heritage, I’m running towards a cure before anyone else in my family is afflicted! Here’s <a href="http://2012teamr2r.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1021269&amp;supid=369960424">my fundraising page</a>, in case any of you are interested and/or would like more information on behalf of your own family. <br /><br />Thus far in 2012, I’ve flown in an open helicopter with my daughter (who was afraid of flying, as some of you may remember from reading <a href="/2012/03/fear-of-flying-change-your-thinking.html">Fear of Flying: Change Your Thinking, Change Your Feeling</a>). I got back into the ocean and snorkeled in Cuba. I’ve completed five months of marathon training and two half-marathons in preparation for November 4th. I’ve made sure to&nbsp;focus more&nbsp;on all&nbsp;the good in others, instead of looking for something to judge—thus, effectively curtailing my own fear of others judging me! <br /><br />I catch myself when I’m worrying and remind myself what I’ve taught my own children since they were little: “A change in your thoughts, leads directly to a change in your feelings.” So, I pick a different thought. A kinder thought that evokes faith and peace, instead of worry. <br /><br />I completed Kathy Freston’s <a href="http://www.kathyfreston.com/kathy_freston_intro_to_quantum_wellness_cleanse.html">Quantum Wellness 21-day cleanse</a> as a way to kick start healthier habits, get in better shape for the&nbsp;marathon, and genuinely&nbsp;feel more at ease in the present moment. <br /><br />I listen more—especially to my kids who’ve felt free to give me feedback on what it is like to have a therapist for a mom who looks too often for problems to solve and advice to give! Once they hit adolescence, I started asking if they wanted to hear my thoughts. Surprisingly, more often than not, they do still want to hear what I have to say especially now that&nbsp;they&nbsp;have a choice.<br /><br />I’ve made sure to do at least one thing that makes me happy every day. Subsequently, I've cultivated a much more grateful heart. <br /><br />And&nbsp;after completing all my mental health therapist licensure requirements after moving five years ago from Canada to the U.S., I'm finally listening to that wise inner voice Arianna Huffington's quote refers to and&nbsp;gave notice at my job a few weeks ago.&nbsp; I will be&nbsp;devoting much more time in 2013 to&nbsp;pursuing&nbsp;a higher&nbsp;purpose and integrity in my professional life, which includes making <em><a href="/">Lion’s Whiskers</a></em> into a book. <br /><br />As I&nbsp;conquer the last few fears on my list, I notice that I’m trusting myself, others, and the Universe a lot more. I’m back to laughing a lot more, stressing less, and generally being a much more relaxed parent.&nbsp; Fear is no longer a foe, but more a scaredy-cat I'm making friends with—cause let's face it, everyone could&nbsp;use a little more friendship in their lives!<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="/-i12Qb38yJQo/UIMCywuxFcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zvOp-7yhv3M/s1600/Lisa Palio 2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" nea="true" src="/-i12Qb38yJQo/UIMCywuxFcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zvOp-7yhv3M/s320/Lisa Palio 2012.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My daughter crossing the finish line with me at my recent half-marathon! </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The truth of the matter is that these past ten months I've been most inspired by&nbsp;my own children and those I work with therapeutically to&nbsp;learn what it is to live life fearlessly. I&nbsp;wholeheartedly believe kids have a lot to teach us about courage. It's in everything they do!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I&nbsp;also know that as parents we could be much more aware of how we project our fears onto our children. By trusting our children—instead of letting worry get in our own way and theirs—we intentionally uproot fear's&nbsp;tenacious roots before they grow too deep, thus encouraging our children to&nbsp;develop trust in themselves. But more on that topic in upcoming posts! </div> <br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Feel free to enjoy the follow-up chapter to this particular story by clicking here: <a href="/2012/11/running-plan-b.html">Running Plan B</a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Care to share a fear of yours and what action you might take to conquer it!?</span></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/GT_H6zNXiLA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/GT_H6zNXiLA/my-year-of-living-fearlessly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)0/2012/10/my-year-of-living-fearlessly.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-1763058229061913948Fri, 03 Aug 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-08-03T06:00:03.943-04:00emotional courageJenniferRaising a Leader - Conclusion<div style="text-align: justify;">Readers who have been with us since the early days on this blog may recall I wrote about my decision to take an emotional courage challenge in the form of raising a guide dog puppy with my daughter, the Lovely K. &nbsp;Here is my report on <a href="/2011/03/raising-leader.html">raising a leader</a>.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-N4emqRLO4BA/UBrLBBTky_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/Su3llFleO_U/s1600/216338_191975907512469_4941805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/-N4emqRLO4BA/UBrLBBTky_I/AAAAAAAAA5k/Su3llFleO_U/s320/216338_191975907512469_4941805_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our adorable pup, "F," came to us in April of 2011 from <a href="https://www.guidingeyes.org/volunteer/puppy-raising/">Guiding Eyes for the Blind</a>. &nbsp;She was a little black bundle of Labrador Retriever love, and we fell in love at first sight. &nbsp;Our family dog, Cider, was delighted to have a little sis to chase around the house, and the games began right away - although while she was small, F sometimes took refuge under a chair. &nbsp;However, it wasn't long before she matched our dog in size, and then surpassed her. &nbsp;We had an independent spirit on our hands, and when we took little F to puppy play with the other pups on the regional GEB team, she was content to follow her nose through the grass while the other puppies tumbled and played. &nbsp;Her home playmate seemed to be enough for her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The <a href="/2011/03/introducing-courage-challenges.html#more">courage challenge</a> for me, in the early months with this dog, was a real test of my patience and my composure. &nbsp;Raising a family dog is one thing; raising a guide dog is quite another. &nbsp;The protocols and training procedures are not complicated or even much different from basic obedience - but they are inexorable. &nbsp;There can be no exceptions to the rules, no 'just once can't she sleep on my bed?' no, 'I don't mind if she jumps up on me at the door.'&nbsp; The grass in my yard was steadily worn away by two energetic dogs playing chase, and my enthusiasm wore thin on occasions, too. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-iRtgoHyhx_s/UBrLaFWOwqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cwVnYqK-Lvs/s1600/408738_303846232992102_2036989742_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/-iRtgoHyhx_s/UBrLaFWOwqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/cwVnYqK-Lvs/s320/408738_303846232992102_2036989742_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For my daughter - and her visiting friends - having a pup meant lots of adorable photos and hugs and kisses. &nbsp;As F grew bigger (and stronger) it became clear that walking her was going to fall mainly to me. &nbsp;Although the ideal we were working toward was a gentle dog that would not pull, the ideal wasn't necessarily what we had in F at 8 months or 9 months! &nbsp;And yet she did steadily make progress, and when we put on the vest that identified her as a service dog in training and took her to the mall, the grocery store, the movie theater, the public library, she seemed to know her role. &nbsp;Twice-monthly training classes with the team exposed her to fire trucks and strange noises and people in funny hats and stairs and elevators and working with new handlers. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-7FdSY8KC4Ik/UBrLidhQ_iI/AAAAAAAAA50/-9qeQV7342A/s1600/205403_403520029691388_1286198004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/-7FdSY8KC4Ik/UBrLidhQ_iI/AAAAAAAAA50/-9qeQV7342A/s320/205403_403520029691388_1286198004_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">By the time she was 14 months old, we had a smart, confident young dog who clearly enjoyed using her considerable brain to solve puzzles and examine new things, but also loved lying at my feet at night in the t.v. room. &nbsp;And although we knew all along that she was not ours to keep, when we were informed of her "in for training" date - the date when she would return to Guiding Eyes for the Blind to begin her serious training in harness - it was a blow to our hearts. &nbsp;Two months away. &nbsp;Then one month. &nbsp;Then two weeks. &nbsp;Then it was tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">K. and I both sniffed back our tears and wiped our eyes when we dropped her off. &nbsp;Our ride home was silent, and we were brusque with each other for a while, arguing about something entirely different and both feeling an empty F-shaped hole in our hearts. &nbsp;"I miss her," K. said that evening. &nbsp;"Me, too," I agreed.&nbsp; She looked at me.&nbsp; "Were you crying?" she asked, as if not quite sure I was upset about the dog.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"It's okay to cry if you're sad," I told her.&nbsp; "There's no reason to hide it."&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I asked K. several days later how she felt about the experience. &nbsp; "Would you recommend other kids your age do a project like this?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Maybe" she said pensively.&nbsp; "Fifty-fifty."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"How about when you think of how she's going to change someone's life?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">K. thought for a moment.&nbsp; "If it's important to you, like if you care about helping people with disabilities."&nbsp; She paused.&nbsp; "I tried not to get too attached.&nbsp; But a dog is a dog."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A dog is a dog, and better writers than I have spoken eloquently about how much a dog can teach about love,&nbsp; attachment, and acceptance. &nbsp; And loss.&nbsp; And moving on.&nbsp; Emotional courage can help us with all of those and more.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/sagZK_71un8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/sagZK_71un8/raising-leader-conclusion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/07/raising-leader-conclusion.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-7636340581806127224Thu, 21 Jun 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-06-21T06:00:02.340-04:00courage book reviewJennifermoral courageCourage Book Review: Beautiful Souls<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-C4oR6Gixync/T-G-_S1GX1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XeNAROU1AGQ/s1600/9780374143428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/-C4oR6Gixync/T-G-_S1GX1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XeNAROU1AGQ/s320/9780374143428.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>I've just finished reading <a href="http://us.macmillan.com/beautifulsouls/EyalPress"><u>Beautiful Souls: Saying No, Breaking Ranks, and Heeding the Voice of Conscience in Dark Times</u></a>, by Eyal Press (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2012).&nbsp; This book shares the stories of several people in different times and different walks of life who demonstrated <a href="/2011/02/what-is-moral-courage.html">moral courage</a> at great risk: a Swiss border officer who defied the law to help Jews flee from Nazi oppression; a Serb soldier who "identified" Croat prisoners as Serbian to save them from genocide; an Israeli soldier refusing to serve in the Occupied Territories; a financial adviser blowing the whistle on a Ponzi scheme that was bilking thousands of investors of their life savings; a U.S. military prosecutor questioning the treatment of Muslim POWs at Guantanamo Bay.&nbsp; Press interviewed all of these people, trying to dig to the bottom of what causes "ordinary" people to make decisions that turn them into rebels, renegades or outliers.&nbsp; It's fascinating reading, although somewhat disconcerting.&nbsp;&nbsp; Although Hollywood would have us believe that the moral hero rides into the sunset to the sounds of a grand and inspiring soundtrack, none of these actual moral heroes obeyed their conscience without paying a heavy price.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Press points out that at the very least,&nbsp; refusing to conform stirs anger and resentment among those who <i>are</i> conforming.&nbsp; If you and I are both members of Group A, and I announce that the activities of Group A are morally questionable or even evil, then by implication you accept their validity if you don't walk out with me.&nbsp; What is striking about the people in these profiles is that they were almost all people who fervently upheld the values and principles of their group originally; it was that very conviction that led them to break ranks when those values became distorted or poisoned.&nbsp; As the military prosecutor poignantly stated, his sworn duty to protect the U.S. Constitution made it impossible for him to accept what he saw without speaking out.&nbsp; Yet the consequences for all these conscientious resistors were significant: social exclusion, financial ruin, loss of security, loss of faith in previously esteemed institutions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is difficult to read these stories without feeling some misgivings about <a href="/2011/02/what-is-moral-courage.html">moral courage</a> and the price it exacts.&nbsp; Does <a href="/2011/10/raising-good-citizen-of-world.html">raising a child to be a good citizen of the world</a>, who has conviction, integrity, and an audible conscience place that child at risk?&nbsp; In my opinion it does, and yet I also hear my own conscience telling me it's the right thing for me to do. </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/NGtjuueq5bs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/NGtjuueq5bs/courage-book-review-beautiful-souls.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/06/courage-book-review-beautiful-souls.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-784224821418268330Mon, 11 Jun 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-06-11T06:00:01.277-04:00intellectual courageinternal vs. external locus of controlJennifermoral couragephysical couragespiritual courageThe Death of Edith Cavell<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="/CWM/EXHIBITIONS/GUERRE/photos/565/e-19960034-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="/CWM/EXHIBITIONS/GUERRE/photos/565/e-19960034-008.jpg" width="320" /></a>A number of years ago I encountered the story of Edith Cavell for the first time and was strongly tempted to write a book about her.&nbsp; The book plan got sidelined, but the story has stayed with me.&nbsp; Edith Cavell was an English nurse at the turn of the 20th century.&nbsp; Professional nursing was still relatively new, and trained nurses and nursing schools were few and far between.&nbsp; Because Cavell had spent time in Belgium in her younger days, she was invited to go there to help start that country's first professional nursing school.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was while she was engaged in this project that World War I began, and it wasn't long before her nursing school was recruited as a full-fledged hospital for Allied soldiers.&nbsp; Belgium, sitting between Germany and France, was the scene of heavy fighting as the German army advanced.&nbsp; Cavell's hospital was soon filled with wounded English soldiers, and when they recovered sufficiently, Cavell smuggled them to neutral Netherlands so they could return safely to their units, or to England.&nbsp; Over 200 soldiers evaded capture by the German army through her efforts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For this "crime," Cavell was eventually arrested by the Germans and tried for treason - and executed by firing squad, despite frantic, international, diplomatic efforts to prevent her sentence from being carried out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before facing the firing squad, Cavell famously said, "Patriotism is not enough.&nbsp; I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone."&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Looking back through 100 years, we can speculate about the types of courage that may have motivated Nurse Cavell in her choices.&nbsp; Becoming a nurse at all in that day was a risky move - it wasn't something "nice girls" did.&nbsp; But she did.&nbsp;&nbsp; Then simultaneously running a hospital <i>and</i> a smuggling operation would have required a degree of fortitude and executive management that somewhat boggles the mind.&nbsp; Intellectual courage would have enabled focus and adaptability.&nbsp; We know that she was a devout member of the Anglican church, and it seems fair to say that spiritual courage - that which fortifies us with a sense of purpose and meaning and makes <i>forgiveness</i> possible - was a significant part of her makeup.&nbsp; (She was the daughter of a vicar, and raised with an ethic of sharing). Moral courage was clearly there, as well as the physical courage that nursing requires, especially wartime nursing.&nbsp; She must also have had a very strong internal locus of control to believe that she was capable of effecting change amid the chaos of war, and to act so purposefully in on that conviction.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Much beyond that is difficult to surmise.&nbsp; She was known as a private woman, reserved and formal toward her students and patients.&nbsp; During her court-martial she made no attempt to disavow her activities, and she reportedly went to the firing squad with composure.&nbsp; She was clearly a woman of great courage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is important to us on Lion's Whiskers, however, to make it clear that courageous action is not limited to life-and-death risks such as the ones Edith Cavell took.&nbsp; We have every reason to admire her courage, but we can't let it convince us that because we haven't done anything like this and faced a firing squad, we have not shown courage.&nbsp; We are all capable of courage, because the risks we face are proportionate to our capacities and our circumstances.&nbsp;&nbsp; If a teen speaks out against a popular bully and risks ostracism, it is no less courageous because there's no firing squad in the offing.&nbsp; A social "firing squad" can be devastating, and the number of teens who commit suicide because of it are tragic evidence.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So let Edith Cavell inspire, but not intimidate.&nbsp;<br /><br /><br /><br />You can read more about <a href="http://www.edithcavell.org.uk/">Edith Cavell here on the website dedicated to her memory</a>. </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/7DFinGRZB8w" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/7DFinGRZB8w/death-of-edith-cavell.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)2/2012/06/death-of-edith-cavell.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-5953792487949405382Tue, 05 Jun 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-06-05T06:00:05.134-04:00cognitive biasJenniferphysical couragetalesThe Art of Misdirection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/--SR7Y4Vkoow/T8dAsI65cwI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6AAFXXWQJU8/s1600/969631_53576422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/--SR7Y4Vkoow/T8dAsI65cwI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6AAFXXWQJU8/s320/969631_53576422.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A skilled magician is a usually a master of misdirection.&nbsp; While keeping the audience's attention focused on something that <i>seems</i> important but isn't, the magician is accomplishing a clever deception just to the side.&nbsp; The cognitive bias known as "inattentional blindness" or "perceptual blindness" causes our brains to ignore vast quantities of sensory information.&nbsp; If we are vigilantly focused on one thing, this inattentional blindness can be even stronger.&nbsp; (I like to this this is why an almost-13-year-old with a paintbrush in her hand doesn't hear my voice saying it's time to set the table for dinner).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Inattentional blindness is a characteristic of the human brain that storytelling and storytellers can really use to advantage, and parents often do it quite naturally.&nbsp; In fact, most parents will quickly develop a whole bag of tricks for distracting a child's attention from something that is happening or just about to happen.&nbsp; From bright noisy toys to the spell-binding "Once upon a time," misdirection tends to narrow the focal range and shut out the rest of the world - for a while.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And yet while the attention is focused, the world is still there.&nbsp; It doesn't actually go away, and we may absorb those sensory inputs without being aware.&nbsp; Here is a story my mother told me once that made a deep impression on me.&nbsp;&nbsp; Because time is part of the our physical experience, <i>patience</i> is associated with <a href="/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">physical courage</a>.&nbsp; So, here's a story combining physical courage and the art of misdirection.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Long ago</span> in China, a young man set his heart on becoming a master jade carver.&nbsp; Fired with enthusiasm, he went to the greatest jade carver in the land and asked to become his student.&nbsp; The master agreed, and placed a piece of jade in the young man's hand.&nbsp; "Please sit, we can begin right away."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The young man eagerly sat with the stone in his hand, his gaze on the teacher.&nbsp; "Please tell me everything you know about jade."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nodding, the old man began to tell a long and rambling story about his own youth, and the student waited patiently for the lesson to begin.&nbsp; The story was actually a bit boring in parts, and the student clenched the jade in his hand to curb his impatience while the old man went on and on.&nbsp; At last, the master said, "Oh, it is late.&nbsp; You must come back tomorrow."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next day the student came again, and the master handed him another piece of jade.&nbsp; "Here, take a seat.&nbsp; Let us begin."&nbsp; <i>Now I will learn everything about jade!</i> the student said to himself.&nbsp; But to his great disappointment, the master carver launched into another long story.&nbsp; The student tried very hard to focus on this story, sure that at any moment it was going to get to the point.&nbsp; But again, the master interrupted his own story and said, "Oh dear.&nbsp; It's time for dinner.&nbsp; Come back tomorrow."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Day after day this went on, with the teacher handing the student yet another piece of stone.&nbsp; Every day the student listened with his whole heart, trying to understand how these stories were teaching him everything about jade while he held one stone after another in his hands.&nbsp; He grew discouraged, thinking he had made a terrible mistake.&nbsp; At last, after this had gone on for many months, he arrived at his teacher's house and said, "Master, forgive me, but when will you teach me about jade?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The jade carver picked up yet another piece of stone and tossed it to the young man, who caught it deftly in two hands.&nbsp; "Now, this piece of jade -" the master began.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"This is not jade," said the student, who had not even opened his hands to look at the stone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The teacher nodded.&nbsp; "Ah, I see I have now taught you everything I know."</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/CWb5j9xRSmY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/CWb5j9xRSmY/art-of-misdirection.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/06/art-of-misdirection.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-3991505535351198562Sat, 26 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-26T06:00:05.278-04:00Enthusiasm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-_KX4AYYzQjU/T7p4vtmuzsI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VdBTUCTpRz8/s1600/enthusiasm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="/-_KX4AYYzQjU/T7p4vtmuzsI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VdBTUCTpRz8/s640/enthusiasm.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/KBcmGHia2YM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/KBcmGHia2YM/enthusiasm.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)0/2012/05/enthusiasm.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-6323065265448849565Wed, 23 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-23T06:00:01.988-04:00Courage Quotation of the Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-Impz6Xm5rZE/T7pYRQxdFaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/etRse7tt7Fw/s1600/opportunity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="/-Impz6Xm5rZE/T7pYRQxdFaI/AAAAAAAAA4c/etRse7tt7Fw/s640/opportunity.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/pfULb_FdusI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/pfULb_FdusI/courage-quotation-of-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)0/2012/05/courage-quotation-of-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-3384146258458411590Tue, 22 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-22T06:00:00.668-04:00heroesJenniferlocus of controlThe God (or mom) From the Machine<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-SVxRZ2fzJJI/T7ogmkD59MI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fQzrkg1k0Is/s1600/792337_19855593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="/-SVxRZ2fzJJI/T7ogmkD59MI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fQzrkg1k0Is/s320/792337_19855593.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In my 25 years of writing books for children and teens, I've had my share of plot problems.&nbsp;&nbsp; Often, when a writer finds she has written her characters into a situation she can't quite get them out of, she is tempted by (but must resist!)&nbsp; the <i>deus ex machina</i> solution.&nbsp; This literary term (literally "the god from the machine") comes to us from ancient Greek drama, and refers to the device of lowering a statue of a god onto the stage to resolve a crisis.&nbsp; Evidently this was perfectly satisfactory to the ancient Greeks, but it is far from satisfactory for us today.&nbsp; When the hero or heroine of a drama gets bailed out of a tricky situation by some unforeseen and improbable stroke of luck, the reader is left feeling cheated.&nbsp; There was no clever resourcefulness, physical skill or moral courage at work to save the day,&nbsp; just a lousy old <i>deus ex machina</i>. "Oh come on, really?" the reader asks.&nbsp; "How convenient."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When writing for children, with children as protagonists, this is especially difficult to work around.&nbsp; In real life, children aren't usually left to their own devices to track down jewelry thieves, mediate social conflicts, run their own businesses or invent extraordinary robots that have the Pentagon calling.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; All too often, there is an adult keeping watch (or guard, depending on your view) and managing everything from on high: the Mom from the Machine. (Yes, sometimes it is the Dad from the Machine, but more often the mom.)&nbsp; So when writing children's fiction there is a delicate balance between plausibility and good plotting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Lisa has written previously on her posts on <a href="/2011/05/are-you-inny-or-outy.html">internal v. external locus of control</a>, children must develop confidence in their own agency, their own ability to solve problems, make choices and be responsible for the outcome.&nbsp; The more often the <i>mom ex machina</i> swoops in to take over, the less likely the child is to develop a strong internal locus of control.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And just as the <i>deus ex machina</i> solution in a story leaves us feeling rooked, so does the <i>mom ex machina</i> solution in our children's lives leave a feeling of inadequacy in its wake.&nbsp; So often we relish the role of superhero, enjoying the warm glow of gratitude and appreciation and admiration from the ones we've "saved" from a big problem.&nbsp;&nbsp; But unless you are prepared to be lowered from a machine onto your child's stage in perpetuity, you might consider letting your child learn to be <a href="/2011/05/everyone-is-hero.html">the hero of his own story</a>.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/Q-v73dIFka8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/Q-v73dIFka8/god-or-mom-from-machine.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/05/god-or-mom-from-machine.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-2964616806794987441Thu, 17 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-17T06:00:02.681-04:00intellectual courageJenniferWhat If I'm Wrong?<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-uGGv66R7xCg/T6FsE4p288I/AAAAAAAAA3g/BWTcLI13Jg0/s1600/false belief.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="99" src="/-uGGv66R7xCg/T6FsE4p288I/AAAAAAAAA3g/BWTcLI13Jg0/s320/false belief.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>One of the ways to determine if a given situation requires courage is to dig for the risk.&nbsp; On <a href="/">Lion's Whiskers</a> our definition of courage has less to do with fear, and more to do with risk.&nbsp; If you perceive a risk (either real or imagined), then you need courage to face the risk.&nbsp; In most matters of intellectual courage, the risk is <b>being wrong</b>.&nbsp; Being wrong, as "the world's only wrongologist," <a href="https://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/kathryn_schulz_on_being_wrong.html">Kathryn Schultz, points out in this fascinating TED lecture,&nbsp;</a> does not feel good. Correction: <i>knowing</i> that you are wrong does not feel good.&nbsp; As Schulz observes, often when we are wrong we don't know it, so we feel fine.&nbsp; It's the discovery that we were wrong that can feel so bad.&nbsp; In fact, the more our identity is wrapped up with our intellectual accomplishments or with our ideologies, the <i>worse</i> being wrong feels.&nbsp;&nbsp; It ought to be a simple matter of saying, "Oops, this fact I thought was true is actually false," and letting it go, but instead we make it about ourselves:&nbsp; <b>we</b> are wrong.&nbsp; Ow.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="/2011/02/what-is-intellectual-courage.html">Intellectual courage</a>, or being willing to face the risk of being wrong, allows for flexibility, inventiveness, adaptability, creativity, curiosity, objectivity, and focus.&nbsp; Being <i>unwilling</i> to face the risk of being wrong (discovering we hold false beliefs) leads to rigidity, dogma, prejudice, and worst of all, more wrongness!&nbsp; As philosopher George Santayana famously said, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."&nbsp;&nbsp; Let me hasten to clarify what I&nbsp; mean by false belief:&nbsp; If you believed that two people were standing on your foot and it turned out it was only one person standing on your foot, that was a false belief.&nbsp; If you further believed that the person standing on your foot was deliberately and maliciously hurting you, and it turned out the person was actually unaware of your foot there, that was a false belief.&nbsp; I'm not talking about religion.<br /><br />Refusing to accept the reality about the person standing on your foot is generally an indication that the risk of being wrong is truly enormous, that it threatens the very foundations of a whole system of beliefs.&nbsp; A good example of this is the Inquisition of Gallileo, who presented evidence of planetary motion around the sun and the imperfection (in the form of sunspots) of the universe, and spent the rest of his life under house arrest because of it.&nbsp; (In this case I am talking about religious belief.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Two more insightful quotations are instructive here, the first from Aristotle, and the second from Emerson:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." &nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Let me never fall into the vulgar&nbsp; mistake of dreaming I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted."&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Without the intellectual courage to consider and investigate an idea that may challenge or contradict our current beliefs and <i>possibly</i> reveal them to be false beliefs, debate becomes impossible, and a discussion between people with opposing views can quickly devolve into shouting and personal attacks.</div><br />Not long ago I ran into a version of this problem with my daughter, who had decided that something she had been doing (let's call it X) was not at all her cup of tea.&nbsp; The problem arose when I asked how she felt about the thing that X was a subset of, and her position was she didn't see anything positive about any of it, because she didn't see anything positive about X.&nbsp; She was taking the part for the whole, a logical fallacy called <i>pars pro toto</i>.&nbsp; This is the (often false) belief that what is true for part of a thing is true for the whole thing.&nbsp; I kept asking, "But what about this part, and this other part, and this other part?" and she dug her heels in even harder and claimed I was forcing her to accept X!<br /><br />So I backed off.&nbsp; Just as I have been trying to model that <a href="/2012/04/failure-is-always-option.html">failure is always an option</a>, I am trying to model that being wrong is always an option, too, and that revising an opinion in the light of new evidence is totally acceptable.&nbsp; The more often I can find opportunities to say, "Oh, I guess I was wrong about that," the better.&nbsp; Mind you, at first I didn't especially <i>enjoy</i> saying, "Look, there I go being wrong again," but the truth is it actually gets easier the more I do it!&nbsp;&nbsp; Lisa recently wrote about making failure okay, and how liberating it can be to let go of perfectionism, and I am finding it very liberating to make being wrong okay.&nbsp; Besides, it's exhausting having to be right all the time - and my friends will tell you it's very annoying!<br /><br />Here's Kathryn Schulz's liberating (and entertaining) TED lecture, and notice (near the end) what she has to say about stories.&nbsp; Enjoy!<br />&nbsp;<object height="374" width="526"><br><param name="movie" value="/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"> </param><br><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /> <br><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/> <br><param name="wmode" value="transparent"> </param><br><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"> </param><br><param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011/Blank/KathrynSchulz_2011-320k.mp4&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/KathrynSchulz-2011.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=512&amp;vh=288&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=1126&amp;lang=&amp;introDuration=15330&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=830&amp;adKeys=talk=kathryn_schulz_on_being_wrong;year=2011;theme=master_storytellers;theme=how_the_mind_works;event=TED2011;tag=culture;tag=failure;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /> <br><embed src="/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="526" height="374" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011/Blank/KathrynSchulz_2011-320k.mp4&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/KathrynSchulz-2011.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=512&amp;vh=288&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=1126&amp;lang=&amp;introDuration=15330&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=830&amp;adKeys=talk=kathryn_schulz_on_being_wrong;year=2011;theme=master_storytellers;theme=how_the_mind_works;event=TED2011;tag=culture;tag=failure;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"></embed><br></object></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/aGA5EM_yG74" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/aGA5EM_yG74/what-if-im-wrong.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)1/2012/05/what-if-im-wrong.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-4188339613272831801Tue, 15 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-15T06:00:03.349-04:00Issun Boshi, the Inch-High Samurai<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="/ukiyoe/itsusun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/ukiyoe/itsusun.jpg" width="229" /></a>This story, Issun-Boshi the Inchling, or the Inch-High Samurai, is sometimes referred to as the Japanese Tom Thumb.&nbsp; It is a much loved story that reminds us that physical courage is not reserved for the big and strong among us.&nbsp; </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Long ago there was an old couple</span> who had reached old age with no children.&nbsp; They prayed every day and every night to have a family, and at last they were blessed with a little boy.&nbsp;&nbsp; Little boy.&nbsp;&nbsp; Very very little boy, only the the size of your finger.&nbsp; His parents' joy was unlimited, however, and they called their treasure Issun-Boshi, Inch Boy.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Issun-Boshi ate and ate and ate like any baby, any toddler, any child, but he did not grow.&nbsp; As&nbsp; he grew older he grew strong and agile, but he did not grow any taller.&nbsp; One day, while looking at the river that flowed past their village, Issun-Boshi asked his father, "Where does this river go?"</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"The river goes to great Kyoto, Issun-Boshi.&nbsp; It must be a wonderful place, but I have never seen it."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"I will," Issun-Boshi decided. "I will see it.&nbsp; Help me get ready, Father."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">His parents knew he was old enough to go on his own, so his father fashioned for him a sword (it was a needle) and his mother gave him a boat (it was a rice bowl) and an oar (it was a chopstick) and they waved farewell to their brave son.&nbsp; "Be safe!"</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The voyage took many days, and was fraught with peril.&nbsp; Large fish tried to eat him, and often the rice bowl crashed into rocks and nearly tipped over.&nbsp; Whirlpools spun it around and around and hungry herons peered in at Issun-Boshi with bright bead eyes.&nbsp; But undaunted Issun-Boshi paddled and steered with his chopstick, and at last came to great Kyoto.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">With great excitement, Issun-Boshi tied his sword at his side, and strode to the door of the finest, largest house he could see.&nbsp;&nbsp; He pounded as large as he could, and gave a shout.&nbsp; "Hello!&nbsp; Hello!&nbsp; I'm looking for work!"&nbsp; The guard at the door looked around with a puzzled frown, but saw nothing until Issun-Boshi yelled, "Down here!"</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"Ah!" The guard bent over and picked up Issun-Boshi for a clearer look.&nbsp; "Well, someone as brave as you can work for me, young man.&nbsp; You may join the guard of my master's daughter."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This suited Issun-Boshi very well and he joined the household guard.&nbsp; One day, he went with the lord's daughter to the temple.&nbsp; As they walked the path two goblins leaped out, their red eyes gleaming.&nbsp; They were about to kidnap the young lady, when Issun-Boshi leaped upon the first one with a cry of anger.&nbsp; "You will not take her!" he cried, stabbing the goblin on the shin with his needle sword.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"What's this?"&nbsp; The goblin picked him up by his coat, and thinking that Issun-Boshi looked just the right size for a snack, swallowed him whole.&nbsp; But Issun-Boshi continued stabbing and jabbing at the goblin from inside, and within moments the goblin was howling with pain.&nbsp; "Ow!&nbsp; Ow no!"&nbsp; And he choked up Issun-Boshi and spit him on the ground.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Without skipping a beat, Issun-Boshi then attacked the second goblin, scrambling up his legs and onto his head, where he poked the goblin in the eye.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Both goblins took to their heels and ran away, screaming in pain.&nbsp; The young lady and Issun-Boshi stood laughing on the path, and then she noticed something gleaming behind a rock.&nbsp; "Look, a magic hammer!" she exclaimed, bending over to pick it up.&nbsp; "One of the goblins must have dropped it.&nbsp; It will grant you any wish you ask."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Issun-Boshi looked at the hammer, and he looked at the beautiful young lady, and he said, "I would like to be bigger."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So she waved the hammer, and chanted, "Grow, Issun-Boshi, Grow!"&nbsp; Before her eyes he grew into a tall (and of course, handsome) young man, as fine as any samurai.&nbsp; </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">And they were married, as you can imagine, and Issun-Boshi remained just as brave as he had been when he was one inch high.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-EINgrs1qtVI/T5cVEXIE6oI/AAAAAAAAANc/BN6bITKlTT8/s1600/954682_57757575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="/-EINgrs1qtVI/T5cVEXIE6oI/AAAAAAAAANc/BN6bITKlTT8/s400/954682_57757575.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/VJ8yuIqULEw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/VJ8yuIqULEw/issun-boshi-inch-high-samurai.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/05/issun-boshi-inch-high-samurai.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-8307441535894799576Thu, 10 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-10T06:00:00.643-04:00courage definedcourage developmentJenniferstorytellingThe Prototype of Courage<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-9Fu6UaEXOm0/T5rfN-8iPhI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ziAWA01hQfU/s1600/945002_27078169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="/-9Fu6UaEXOm0/T5rfN-8iPhI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ziAWA01hQfU/s320/945002_27078169.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here's another reason why sharing stories that illustrate all <a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">six types of courage</a> with your kids may be a very constructive project.&nbsp; As children develop and acquire language, they are actively engaged in <i>concept formation</i> (which of course began in infancy).&nbsp; What is "dog" or "chair" or "jumping" or "soft"?&nbsp; These are all concepts that are learned through exposure to a wide variety of examples.&nbsp; Each exposure helps the child refine the prototype, the essence or ideal, if you will, of "dog" "chair" "jumping" and "soft" based on what is common among all the examples of the concept. &nbsp; </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It works like this:&nbsp; If a child has experience of many different sorts of dogs, her prototype of the concept "dog" may end up as something of medium stature, with an affectionate nature and an appetite for long walks - something like a Labrador retriever (not surprisingly one of the most popular of breeds.) &nbsp; Generic or stylized signs for dogs generally show an animal of medium stature and average proportions, rather than a wasp-waisted whippet or a low-slung Basset hound.&nbsp; If the child sees primarily Chihuahuas and Yorkshire terriers, her prototype might be something decidedly smaller, more nervous, and more inclined to sit on laps than your average Labrador.&nbsp;&nbsp; (I am reminded of an anecdote I heard recently about a young boy whose mother was a lawyer with many women attorneys in her social set; the son disdained the idea of practicing law as a career since it was something "only girls do.")</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If children form a prototype of the concept "courage" based on a narrow range of examples (e.g. only police officers or soldiers or firefighters) might they find it harder to recognize other types of courage in themselves or others? I can't find any academic studies supporting this, but it would certainly be an interesting investigation. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">As I wrote earlier in a post on <a href="/2012/04/more-evidence-on-power-of-stories.html">more evidence on the power of stories</a>, researchers find more sophisticated "theory of mind" in children who listen to or read a lot of stories.&nbsp; Theory of mind is the ability to imagine what might be going on in another person's head.&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="http://www.project2061.org/publications/earlychild/online/context/gelman.htm">Some researchers contend that theory of mind may be critical to forming certain concept</a>s.&nbsp; For an abstract concept such as "courage" it may be necessary for a child to imagine the mental states of different people undergoing challenges.&nbsp;&nbsp; In other words, theory of mind may allow a child to infer that a given situation is frightening or difficult for another person, and thus allow additional material for forming the prototype of "courage."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">A recent article in <i>Psychology Today</i> also proposes that <a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-narcissus-in-all-us/201204/imagining-other-peoples-choices-clarifies-your-own">imagining other people's choices clarifies our own</a>.&nbsp; When faced with a choice we have never had to make before, we summon our mental prototype of a person who <i>would</i> made that choice.&nbsp; If that prototype is something we aspire to (i.e. courageous action), we may make the choice in a way that matches the prototype.&nbsp; Much as many Evangelical Christians use the motto, "What would Jesus do?"to guide their decisions, we prompt ourselves to conform to a standard that we wish to match.&nbsp; If we have allowed ourselves and our children to form a prototype that encompasses all <a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">six types of courage</a>, can we hope that we will be better able to rise to the challenge when it meets us on the path, in whatever form it takes?&nbsp; If courage resides in the hearts of such diverse heroes as <a href="/2012/04/horatio-at-bridge.html">Horatio</a>, <a href="/2011/04/briar-patch.html">Br'er Rabbit</a>, and <a href="/2012/05/girls-gone-wild-no-lady-godiva.html">Lady Godiva</a>, the prototype of courage our children take with them through their lives may be as nuanced as our complex world requires.</div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/qbfisal7L_o" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/qbfisal7L_o/prototype-of-courage.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/05/prototype-of-courage.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-7526430164103270010Tue, 08 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-09T07:06:07.045-04:00Jennifersocial couragetalesGirls Gone Wild? No: Lady Godiva<div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="/-vIng61IdPYY/T6O9mcaR5DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/94tBu3csSXs/s1600/403.61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="227" src="/-vIng61IdPYY/T6O9mcaR5DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/94tBu3csSXs/s320/403.61.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Collier c. 1898, Herbert Art Gallery &amp; Museum, Coventry</td></tr></tbody></table>This enduring and popular English legend is, like many legends about historical figures, very unlikely to be true.&nbsp; But what I like about it is that given the culture and norms of the period when this story gained popularity, this is a story of extreme <a href="/2011/02/what-is-social-courage.html">social courage</a>.&nbsp; Imagine if you will a Zeitgeist very different from Girls Gone Wild (and if you don't know what that is, it's just as well.) In the 11th century, a noblewoman's virtue was her most valuable possession, because without it her future was grim indeed.&nbsp; We're not talking about the risk of embarrassment.&nbsp; This would have been the risk of being banished to a cloistered convent or worse.&nbsp; There would have been a wide selection of sanctions to punish her with, but (according to legend) <a href="/2012/05/girls-gone-wild-no-lady-godiva.html">Lady Godiva</a> risked it anyway.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A certain nobleman</span>, the Earl of Mercer and Lord of Coventry, had imposed heavy taxes upon the people of that town.&nbsp; They struggled to feed their families and pay their taxes as well.&nbsp; Bellies ached with hunger, and some were driven penniless from their homes.&nbsp; Lady Godiva, the earl's wife, pleaded with him daily to relieve the burden.&nbsp; "My lord, the tax is too heavy," she told him, day after day.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">At last, annoyed by her persistence and her tender heart, the earl replied, "My lady, I will remove the taxes the day you ride naked through Coventry."</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Word went swiftly from house to house that the lady would take his dare.&nbsp; Out of respect for her modesty and gratitude for her compassion, the people shuttered their windows and drew the curtains.&nbsp; As the dawn broke, Lady Godiva disrobed in the stableyard.&nbsp; Mounting her horse, she draped her long hair around herself like a cloak, and rode through the streets of the town.&nbsp; They say only one person peeked, but that he was immediately struck blind by fate.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">True to his word, the earl lifted the taxes, and the people of Coventry remained grateful to Lady Godiva for all her days.</div><br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/0wCOHxJDrdQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/0wCOHxJDrdQ/girls-gone-wild-no-lady-godiva.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)2/2012/05/girls-gone-wild-no-lady-godiva.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-6955290384304656200Sun, 06 May 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-05-06T06:00:01.047-04:00anxietyDr. Lisa's Parenting Tipemotional courageLisaperfectionismpersonal storyphysical couragerisk assessmentsocial courageMaking Failure Okay<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-R1L0zAkkoUE/T6AQVqjqKVI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Qys0KHkIvIw/s1600/ropes course climbing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" mea="true" src="/-R1L0zAkkoUE/T6AQVqjqKVI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Qys0KHkIvIw/s400/ropes course climbing.jpg" width="353" /></a></div>A couple of years ago, Jennifer, my husband and I took our kids to a ropes course called <a href="http://www.adirondackextreme.com/">Adirondack Extreme</a>. It is described as an “Aerial Tree Top Adventure” which includes a complex ropes course suspended between trees at 10 to 60 feet off the ground. It promised to be a fun <a href="/http:/www.lionswhiskers.com/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">physical courage</a> challenge. Little did I know that it would be more of an emotional and social courage challenge for me. The labyrinth of ropes wouldn’t prove to be my biggest adversary, but untangling myself from my own perfectionism would be. <br /><br /><br />Jennifer did not climb due to an old injury, but she supervised our daughters on the kids’ course. My husband, our son, and I challenged the adult course. We attended a brief instruction on how to put on our harness, how to securely hook and unhook ourselves along the course, and how to ask for help—if push came to shove and we decided we were done at some point along the increasingly challenging course. I paid pretty close attention to the introductory talk, but only half-listened to the “asking for help” part. As I’ve written about previously in my post “<a href="/2011/11/quitters-campers-and-climberswhich-one.html">Quitters, Campers, and Climbers</a>,” I’m not much of a quitter. I’m a climber who, I'm embarrassed&nbsp;to admit,&nbsp;even sometimes secretly feels superior to quitters.<br /><br /><br />By the time I reached mid-course, my then 12-year old son was lapping me. He seemed recklessly, blissfully unaware of all the risks that I was quickly becoming aware of as I looked down from the tree tops to the ground twenty, then fifty, feet below. He just kept saying “Mom, this is <em>SO</em> much fun. It’s easy!” <br /><br /><br />I can assure you this course was NOT easy! And I was so over the idea of this being fun. The more joyless and humorless I became, the more rigid my body became.&nbsp; My&nbsp;joyful son, on the other hand,&nbsp;had the agility of a monkey; while I swung precariously, holding on for dear life with increasingly sweaty palms, between the various rope mazes. He was fearless, while I&nbsp;was quickly becoming fearful. <br /><br /><br />One of the big differences between kids and adults in terms of risk assessment is the cognitive tricks that our minds begin to play with us as we develop. According to child psychologist Dr. Tamar Chansky (2004), in her book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Freeing-Your-Child-Anxiety-Practical/dp/0767914929/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244006749&amp;sr=8-1">Freeing Your Child from Anxiety: Powerful, Practical solutions to Overcome Your Child’s Fears, Worries, and Phobias</a>, we feel anxious when we begin to confuse the <em>possibility</em> of occurrence with the <em>probability</em> of it actually occurring. Dr. Chansky writes that the “<strong>Anxious Response= Overestimation of Threat + Underestimation of Ability to Cope.</strong>” So, while I was focusing on whether or not the ropes were strong enough to hold me, the possibility of falling, how painful it would be to hang upside down for an extended period of time waiting for help, whether or not my children (who I no longer had in sight) were okay or not, and how embarrassing it would be to quit; my son was enjoying each new obstacle on the course while feeling totally secure in his crotch harness and physical ability.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-P7HBa5DZoh8/T6AWKe8pwUI/AAAAAAAAA20/gIz1R24Ixuw/s1600/ropes course.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" mea="true" src="/-P7HBa5DZoh8/T6AWKe8pwUI/AAAAAAAAA20/gIz1R24Ixuw/s400/ropes course.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />At the second to last level, all alone now on the course, I was officially scared. But quit? OMG, no way! Quitting = Failure, to the perfectionist mind.&nbsp; Which is,&nbsp;as Jennifer wrote in her last post <a href="/2012/04/failure-is-always-option.html">Failure is Always an Option</a>,&nbsp;“tantamount to total annihilation.” At the very least, annihilation of the&nbsp;ego.&nbsp;Success for me, at times, can be deeply intertwined with trying to prove that I’m lovable and valuable. In short, I wasn’t a kid who learned that her success in life is based on who she is,&nbsp;not on&nbsp;how she looks or what or how well she does. A perfectionist places more value on how she appears to the world than on who she is on the inside.&nbsp; This misplacement of her inherent value creates a fragile ego swinging precariously from one success to the next, desperately trying to avoid the identity-crisis pitfalls that mistakes, and especially failure, threaten.&nbsp; It's also what&nbsp;makes perfectionists highly competitive and probably not all that relaxing to be around sometimes. Needless to say, this aspect of my personality is not particularly healthy--nor is feeling secretly superior to quitters, for that matter! These&nbsp;are not&nbsp;personality characteristics I wish to pass along to my children. Instead, I parent my kids in ways that focus on their&nbsp;inherent value.&nbsp; I focus less on how they look and what grades they get, but more on&nbsp;the core qualities they are developing as kind, loving human beings.&nbsp; I encourage them to listen to their limits and feelings, to focus on their successes,&nbsp;to identify goals that are truly important to them (not society at large), to do their best because there is no such thing as perfect, and to be gentle with themselves when they make&nbsp;mistakes.&nbsp;&nbsp;I’ve coached them to develop an internal locus of control (you can read my&nbsp;parenting tips here: <a href="/2011/05/are-you-inny-or-outy.html">Are You an Inny or an Outy?) </a>And I'm known for saying "I love who you are, and who you are becoming."&nbsp;<em> Let’s be honest, embracing this kind of unconditional acceptance of both ourselves and our children is kind of radical—especially today in our culture of overachievement! Dr. Brene Brown’s book <a href="http://www.brenebrown.com/books/2010/8/8/the-gifts-of-imperfection.html">The Gifts of Imperfection</a> is a great resource for anyone interested in understanding and letting go perfectionism! </em><br /><br /><br />One of the many gifts of being a parent, in my opinion,&nbsp;is that we get the chance to teach (and learn from) our kids what we, too, need to learn in life.&nbsp;&nbsp;In essence, parenting has given&nbsp;me the opportunity to&nbsp;release myself from perfectionism's&nbsp;uncomfortable grip and develop&nbsp;the kind of self-acceptance and love that&nbsp;my kids&nbsp;seem to instinctively possess.&nbsp; And now I was about to model that it's&nbsp;sometimes&nbsp;okay to quit!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-oCOecLkYBnE/T6AUjxPlaXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ZiNRgieYdds/s1600/hugging a tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" mea="true" src="/-oCOecLkYBnE/T6AUjxPlaXI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ZiNRgieYdds/s400/hugging a tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>When I reached the next tree post, I found myself hugging and not wanting to let go of&nbsp;that tree with the kind of intense love usually&nbsp;reserved for&nbsp;extreme environmentalists. I was done! It was suddenly much more important to me to listen to my body’s limits and find my kids on the course than to prove to myself and others that I could finish. Suddenly, quitting was not only an option, but it was okay. I couldn’t remember the code word the guide had told me to yell if I needed to be rescued, but in any situation screaming “<em>HELP!”</em> usually works.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I started with a timid “<span style="font-family: inherit;">Helloooooo. </span><em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Guide</span>?</em>!” which quickly progressed to screaming above the treetops “HELP! I need to get down now.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></span><br /><br />In a matter of minutes, a very kind and capable young man arrived on the scene to lower me from the towering heights of my new BFF. I told him I was okay and felt surprisingly calm.&nbsp; I wanted to reassure him that I wasn’t going to cling to him like a crazy lady when he finally reached me.&nbsp; He, in turn, reassured me that this kind of thing happens every day.&nbsp; That made me feel a lot better!&nbsp; I found myself laughing, recalling my high-pitched screams for help above the tree tops, and relaxing as he lowered us to the ground. I was amazed not to be embarrassed. The earth did not open up to swallow me whole when my feet reached terra firma. Throngs of people weren’t waiting on the ground to laugh, jeer, and otherwise poke fun at my failure. These are the kinds of thoughts that keep perfectionism well-fed, by the way, and keep us from trying things that might mean&nbsp;risking failure in some way, shape, or form. In fact, I felt kind of proud of myself. I had actually asked for help and received it! Trust me when I say, it took more <a href="/2011/03/what-is-emotional-courage.html">emotional courage</a> for me to quit, ask for help and trust that it would arrive, and <a href="/2011/02/what-is-social-courage.html">social courage</a> to risk embarrassment amongst my peers and family, than the physical courage to force myself to finish the course. <br /><br /><br />I could have focused on my failure and spiraled down into an abyss of low self-esteem, but I made my failure okay by focusing instead on what I <em>was</em> able to accomplish. I made it okay to quit by untangling who I am as a person from&nbsp;my perfectionist&nbsp;expectations.&nbsp;&nbsp;I discovered that&nbsp;the belief that&nbsp;you are already “<a href="/2012/01/what-would-you-do-if-you-werent-afraid.html#more">good enough</a>,” no matter what you are able to accomplish, is perfectionism's personal kryptonite.&nbsp;Adopting a new respect for quitting has also freed me up to be willing to climb again!&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />By honoring the type of courage I actually needed to develop, I was able to reframe my perceived <em>physical courage</em> “failure” as an <em>emotional courage</em> accomplishment. We can do this for our kids, too, by helping them to recognize the gains they make everyday, by breaking apart difficult tasks into smaller more manageable and achievable ones, and by celebrating their successes. We can help them identify which of the <a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">six types of courage</a> they are developing, and are capable of, in everything they do! <br /><br /><br />As I was writing this post, I asked my&nbsp;daughter to define failure.&nbsp; Her answer:&nbsp;“There is no such thing as failure Mom. Whatever you are able to do is okay.”&nbsp; When I also asked if she'd like to try the adult course with me again this summer, now that she's almost 12, she said: “Probably not.&nbsp; I'm not a big fan of heights.” <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">You can read more about coaching kids to face challenges in my previous post: </span><a href="/2011/04/discourageencourage-whats-parent-to-do.html"><span style="font-size: large;">Discourage/Encourage: What’s a Parent to Do?</span></a><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/u3jtny0S-sc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/u3jtny0S-sc/making-failure-okay.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)2/2012/05/making-failure-okay.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-1656689042447572079Fri, 04 May 2012 10:07:00 +00002012-05-04T06:07:17.338-04:00Jenniferpainphysical courageDancing Through the Pain, Part II<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-FUX1EDLT4S4/T6Afpt4sdkI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ThRAPMMcVL8/s1600/1179405_53319607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="/-FUX1EDLT4S4/T6Afpt4sdkI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ThRAPMMcVL8/s320/1179405_53319607.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Last week, in the <a href="/2012/04/dancing-through-pain-part-i.html?spref=fb">first part of this interview with former professional ballet dancer</a>, Jane Haugh, we discussed what can make a person willing to tolerate pain. Here, in Part II, we continue to explore pain as a voluntary experience, and as an involuntary experience. Jane now lives with her husband and three children in the Adirondack Mountains in New York. <span style="font-style: italic;">Pain</span> (as opposed to <span style="font-style: italic;">suffering</span>, which is mental or emotional) is in the body, and thus is the risk associated with <a href="/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">physical courage</a>. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haugh</span></span>: In the end, Jen,<style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --></style> what I did in order to be a professional dancer in terms of dancing on stress fractures and soft corns with such unbelievable pain – I don’t know how healthy that was. I do question my decision to do that. <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">I think that it wasn’t emotionally and psychologically really healthy to get to the point where you could disengage your nerve centers from your feet so you didn’t feel your feet anymore. <span style="font-style: italic;">That’s not me. That’s not part of my body. That doesn’t hurt.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span> To the point where I would sometimes bang my feet against something because that hurt so much that my brain shut that down and I could pretend it wasn’t there. So a little pain can be more difficult than a lot of pain. And I don’t think that’s so good! I think that’s kind of sick!</span><br /><br /><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Armstrong</span>: So you’re in this culture of never mind the pain, keep going. Were there techniques or mental processes or gimmicks that were part of that culture, were there stories, did you remind yourself of such and such dancer where she did this and –</div><br /></div><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haugh</span>: Sure! Stories about Melissa Hayden dancing on a broken foot, stories about Darcy Kistler when she broke her elbow and finished "Swan Lake." We had these stories of famous people who performed through amazing things. Darcy I think seriously injured her elbow for life, and never did Swan Lake again – or only did Dying Swan – I don’t remember what the whole thing was – but it wasn’t good! But if you’re at the New York State Theater and you’re in Act I and you’ve got two more acts to do, what are you going to do? So you do it and then you go to the emergency room later I guess! </div><br /><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Armstrong</span>: Okay, so I want to go in a different direction now. When your parents died and your sister was very badly injured [in a car wreck], you were 17, and so you were already a very dedicated dancer. So your sister was very badly injured for a long time, am I right?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="/-BC1wJxbVT7g/T6Akm3MkT7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/tu1WCMcHsD0/s1600/65905_2530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="/-BC1wJxbVT7g/T6Akm3MkT7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/tu1WCMcHsD0/s320/65905_2530.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haugh</span>: Yes, she was operated on a couple of times. You know, we did this weird thing. She had a plate in her arm, and she also had a brain injury, and deep into the fall they x-rayed her arm, and no healing had begun. The accident was in July and this was in September. And this bone was really brittle and they were very upset about it because the plate was not an ideal way to hold the bones together and it was kind of shocking that there had been no healing. And so they wanted us to rent this machine that was really really expensive and we didn’t have any health insurance, and my aunt [their guardian] was really upset about this, and I remember having a conversation with my sister where I said to her: “You have to concentrate on healing this bone. You have to think about it. You have to concentrate on it.” I don’t think if I wasn’t a dancer I would have thought of it that way. But I already understood that my body responded, to some extent, through the control of my mind. And I really did think that it was possible that if she concentrated on healing her arm that it would start to heal. And then we wouldn’t have to get this expensive machine and do all this stuff – and it did! They said they’d set up a four-week assessment and if no healing had begun she’d have to go up to Columbia regularly for electro-stim or something, and four weeks later there was quite a bit of new healing when they took an x-ray, or whatever they did. I don’t know whether that helped, but I definitely remember having this conversation with her. I remember – like taking a bath, and something really hurting, and just lying there and trying to relax my mind into that pain and trying to get the blood flowing there and I would start to feel – I mean I am not a big believer in that stuff. But…</div><br /><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Armstrong</span>: Most Americans, probably, live pretty cut off from their bodies, right? Would you agree? So you had a much more intimate relationship with your body. So you understood a lot more about what the body can do, and what its limitations are. What I wonder is, did you ever evaluate or compare the pain that you endured willingly with the pain she had to endure unwillingly? </div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haugh</span>: No. I think one of the things that I learned from dancing is that everybody’s pain threshold is really different. And I started to understand that I actually experienced quite a bit of pain, especially for somebody who was a professional dancer, and that a lot of people around me were not experiencing quite that level of pain. So we would do the same thing, have the same number of blisters, and I felt like I could really barely walk, and I spent all night icing my feet, and the other person was out dancing. And I thought, well they are obviously not in as much pain! Or they’re managing it so differently. I mean, I see in my kids – there’s a huge difference in Z.’s and M’s pain thresholds, and then another huge leap to T.’s. Z. will hurt herself and she’ll get a bump somewhere, a black and blue mark, and a week later – not complaining, but she’ll say this thing still hurts, should I take some more arnica, or should I ice it ? And M. will have the same kind of injury and two days later she’ll have forgotten about it. <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --></style>I think her body experiences less pain. Her body recovers from pain more quickly. She recovers from emotional upset more quickly. She recovers from loud noises more quickly. Her physiological self recovers faster from things. But I think T. [her son] – I don’t know how much pain he experiences but he rebounds very quickly partly because he doesn’t want to stop in order to feel that pain. So he can have a huge knot on his head and I think it’s got to hurt, but if I go to touch it he’ll shy away and it does hurt him, but he doesn’t want to stop. So that’s a different way to overcome pain, is to be so focused on what you want to do that the pain is secondary. So with my sister, I learned early on not to project any kind of pain I was feeling onto anyone else’s situation because it so often just doesn’t work. I’d be all sympathetic [to a fellow dancer] and they’d be like “What?” I’d say, “Your feet are a mess!” but it wasn’t bothering them.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Armstrong</span>: Okay, so here’s something about pain, and that’s that pain has a lot to do with what we think about. What is the story we’re telling ourselves about the pain – am I doing myself an injury, what’s going to happen? The story we’re telling ourselves about what’s happening to our body… I mean, pain only happens when you notice it right?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haugh</span>: Right, so when you go on stage you don’t feel the pain in your feet because you have all this adrenaline, so you’re not noticing it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Armstrong</span>: It’s like taking the kids to the doctor to get a shot. There’s all this suffering, this storytelling. So, and this is my projection, I would think that if I’m a dancer, my world, everything I do, involves my body, right? So if I break my ankle then I won’t be able to work. So I’m curious about the role of storytelling in this. Stories that you tell yourself to keep going, or stories that limit you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haugh</span>: Part of the story of dancing is being tough, of saying this hurts but I’m strong enough and I can overcome this, or this hurts and I might hurt myself but the director is there and I really want this part so I’m going to do this anyway, because I see myself as that person who will overcome this pain. And then he’ll see me as that person and then I’ll get the part. Or I’ll get to go on tour. So there’s some part of talking yourself into doing things because of the way you see yourself: as a strong person who can overcome things that normal people would stop at. You say, well, maybe someone else would stop, but that’s not me. I’m not that person and I’m going to keep going. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-D946QKFjywo/T6AmJGHuFVI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vJr49JSCKsk/s1600/817976_19195731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="/-D946QKFjywo/T6AmJGHuFVI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vJr49JSCKsk/s320/817976_19195731.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But I also think there’s storytelling with our kids, when our kids hurt themselves. There are two different things. There’s where people say, “you’re okay you’re okay you’re okay,” but the kid isn’t okay, and the kid is upset and doesn’t feel okay. And then there are people who say, “Oh no, you’re hurt! You’re bleeding, you’re not okay!” But there’s something in the middle where you can say, “Let me see what happened. I need to see what happened.” I think all three of my kids think of me as a very competent person to deal with whatever hurts them. They bring me their hurts. I say we need to calm down so we can see what happened so that we can deal with whatever that is. I think it’s really important for them to realize that you can get sick or you can get hurt and then your body does this amazing thing, it heals you, it heals your cut, you get a scab and then there’s nothing there anymore. What an amazing thing! So this is an opportunity to say, “You’ve hurt yourself, but you’re going to get better, because your body is this amazing thing that knows how to heal itself. How awesome is that! And then there’s this feeling of resiliency, this feeling of ow – I really hurt myself ! – but I know I’m going to be okay. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic;">Please feel free to share your thoughts about physical courage and the risk of pain, either from your own experience or from watching your children.</span></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/9eiKLQvy0R4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/9eiKLQvy0R4/dancing-through-pain-part-ii.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/05/dancing-through-pain-part-ii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-7860709486491272449Tue, 01 May 2012 10:25:00 +00002012-05-01T06:25:28.993-04:00Jenniferphysical couragePhysical Courage and the Redheaded Child<a href="/-ZvxMBZTy4WI/T4Q0K11zBpI/AAAAAAAAANU/otkdQ5zoTrU/s1600/529894_68885977.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729761986778171026" src="/-ZvxMBZTy4WI/T4Q0K11zBpI/AAAAAAAAANU/otkdQ5zoTrU/s320/529894_68885977.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If you are a redhead, you may already know - or at least suspect - that your relationship to pain is a bit different from your blonde or dark-haired friends. And if you are the parent of a redheaded child, but are not a redhead yourself, you may have wondered why your little carrot top seems very sensitive.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">For years, it was recognized by anesthesiologists that redheads require more pain-killers than others. Eventually, researchers heeded what was common knowledge among the anesthesiologists and began to investigate. It turns out that the gene associated with red hair is also linked to endorphin production. There is also some evidence that topical anesthesia (such as Novocaine) is less effective on redheads, making them especially anxious about visits to the dentist. And yet it's more complicated than merely being more sensitive to certain kinds of pain, because there's also evidence that redheads are <span style="font-style: italic;">less</span> sensitive to other kinds of pain. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">Physical courage</a>, as we have said on this blog many times, is related to one's willingness to tolerate pain - or the risk of pain. Thus if you are the parent of a natural redhead, it may be useful to you to read about some of the research about redheads and pain. Your child's path to develop physical courage may be easier if you have some familiarity with this information. <a href="http://www.webmd.com/pain-management/features/whats-your-pain-tolerance">Go here to read WebMD's page on pain tolerance</a>, <a href="http://discovermagazine.com/2005/nov/secrets-of-redheads">go here to read Discover magazine on the Secrets of Redheads</a>, <a href="http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/06/the-pain-of-being-a-redhead/">go here to read the New York Times on The Pain of Being a Redhead</a>.<br /><br /><br />. </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/GSk3iPrIl_I" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/GSk3iPrIl_I/physical-courage-and-redheaded-child.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)2/2012/05/physical-courage-and-redheaded-child.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-3177260810840860087Sun, 29 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-11-24T20:39:34.622-05:00physical courageDancing Through the Pain, Part I<a href="/-hDBWOZTl838/T4M2jQrwnFI/AAAAAAAAANI/548E-RU_xbE/s1600/348052_4870.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="296" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729483130347232338" src="/-hDBWOZTl838/T4M2jQrwnFI/AAAAAAAAANI/548E-RU_xbE/s400/348052_4870.jpg" style="float: left; height: 237px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" width="400" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Over the winter I sat down with my good friend, Jane Haugh, a former professional ballet dancer, to talk about <a href="/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">physical courage.</a> Specifically, I had questions for her about her experience with and understanding of pain, and how it relates to her role as a mother of three. Our conversation was a long one covering three distinct topics relating to pain and physical courage, so I'll offer the adaptation of our dialogue in three parts. To avoid confusing our first names (Jane and Jen) I'll refer to us by our last names, Haugh and Armstrong.<br /><br />I began by asking her about when she started ballet, what it entailed, and when she knew she wanted to become a professional dancer, despite direct experience of the pain that would involve.<br /><br /><b>Haugh</b>: I was very little when I started ballet class, maybe six or seven, and I was 12 when I decided I was very serious about it. This involved lots and lots of class and going on pointe, which is painful. <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style></div>--&gt;There was an aesthetic, there was a dream of something which made getting blisters on your feet okay. There were a bunch of different components. One was that you had graduated to a point where you could wear these very special shoes and then the fact that they hurt was – the mystique around them was enough to keep you going. Then the other part was that there was a bit of a culture around, “How many blisters do you have? I have four.” “Oh, I only have two.” It’s like when you learn to play violin when you’re very young and you get blisters on your fingers – those kids are also talking about it as a badge of achievement. “I worked so hard that I have more blisters than you do.” I think that there was a point at which blisters hurt and there were coping mechanisms for that – things you could put on your feet, things you could wear in your shoes to try and help that. And there was this other pain that had to with fatiguing your muscles and getting to the point where you worked yourself so hard that the next day you were very sore. Or you pulled something slightly – not enough to stop but enough to know that you hurt. &nbsp; <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style>&nbsp; --&gt;You weren’t a serious dancer unless you were having some pain.<br /><br /><b>Armstrong</b>: Did you ever have a conversation with an adult about that? Like the teacher or your parents?<br /><br /><b>Haugh</b>: <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style>--&gt;There were two different conversations. One conversation was with the teacher: “Oh my feet really hurt,” and the teacher said, “Everybody’s feet hurt and if you don’t want to do this you should go do some mundane job, like maybe you could go become a secretary, dear.” So there was this subtle put-down that this is what it’s about: either you tough it out and keep going or you step out because someone else will take your place. When I had conversations with my parents about it they would say, “Stop! If it hurts so much you should stop.” But I really wanted to be that dancer, that person on stage wearing that costume. And so them saying “stop” wasn’t a solution for me. I wanted someone to make it stop hurting and nobody could do that. So there has to be a goal, and that goal has to be so important that even though you have these conversations – like my parents kept saying that’s not okay that your feet are bleeding, stop. But <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style>&nbsp; --&gt;it was entirely up to me. My parents said, this is crazy, you should stop, but then when Tuesday came around I went to class. Or I said I wanted to go to class, and they would ask didn’t my feet hurt and I would either lie and say they didn’t, or say they did but I still wanted to go.<br /><br /><b>Armstrong</b>: <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style>--&gt;So, as a parent, looking back on that, what do you think about that? Because after all you did end up with this career, with achieving this dream of becoming a professional dancer, so if you were in a position to counsel your parents in that moment, would you say “make her stop,” or would you say “yes, it’s painful and maybe she’ll hurt herself but this is really important to her dream, her goal.”<br /><br /><b>Haugh</b>: <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style>--&gt;I didn’t let Z. [her elder daughter] do ballet but I think it’s probably for other reasons. There certainly are things about neoclassical ballet that are bad for your body, like arthritis in your hips and stress fractures in your feet, but mostly I didn’t want the competitiveness and aesthetic stringency and criticalness of that world. I didn’t want that for her. But the physical stuff – I think that’s okay. I think it depends on the culture within which that physical stuff happens. I think ballet culture specifically is slightly ill, and therefore not healthy and not something I wanted for my daughter, but I think mountain-climbing culture is not ill, or not in that same way, and so when you take your kids on a hike and they start complaining, they’re tired and their feet hurt, getting to the top of the mountain is still a worthwhile goal, and the things that you learn by making yourself or making your children get to the top of the mountain are so worthwhile. I’ve talked to Z. about it a little bit: the things I learned as a dancer had to do with how far you can go and even though it hurts you’ll be okay the next day.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Armstrong</b>: <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style></div>--&gt;: Let’s talk about being a mom. You’re raising three kids in an environment that we could call very physical [High Peaks region of the Adirondack Mountains]. Lots of outdoor activities, a very cold winter climate. What decisions have you made about when you know your child is cold, or tired, or uncomfortable, and yet it’s – this is our lifestyle, this is what we do. <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Haugh</b>: <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style></div></div>--&gt;Right, and we’re not all going to stop. There are a couple of things that I think I learned dancing that I’ve tried to teach my kids. One of them has to do with being tired. When you’re really tired, and you’re on a hike, and you’re not there yet, but you’re close enough that if you really put on a push you could get there – what I know about being tired from dancing is that if you pretend not to be tired for a couple of minutes, you will find more energy. It’s a phenomenon that we learned in the studio. You’re really tired and you’ve run the thing fifteen times and the rehearsal master says we’re going to do it one more time and everything in you says “oh god, no!” but you know you are going to have to do it again. You go back in your corner. You take a deep breath, and when the music starts you come out with 150%, because if you can gather that and put it out there it will carry you through. You’ll make it and be okay. You’ll find the energy. And that’s something that I don’t think most people – most adults – don’t know. That they can do that. When we go on hikes and we get to that point I say, “Okay, we’re going to stand here, and I’m going to count to three, and then we’re going to run. I know you can. We’re going to run, and we’re going to yell as we run, and we’re going to run up this mountain.” And you find that if you can get them over that hump and they yell and they run they’re laughing and then they’re walking again, and then when you get to the top of the mountain you can say, “See!? This is where we got to! And you guys were so tired and that was twenty minutes ago!”<br /><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp; <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-font-charset:78; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1791491579 18 0 131231 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style></div>--&gt;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-BaMEH3sOKIc/T4M5vfSmMJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kF_Tm_JSF1g/s1600/1382267_37839239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="/-BaMEH3sOKIc/T4M5vfSmMJI/AAAAAAAAA1k/kF_Tm_JSF1g/s320/1382267_37839239.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;&quot;;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We have a rule at the mountain because it’s often very cold at Whiteface and yet we all like to ski.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You’re not allowed to talk about being cold.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can stay inside.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But don’t complain.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Don’t say the word “cold.”</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We all get in the gondola, and we can say “Wow, what’s the temperature!?” but saying “my feet are so cold!”</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I say, “then go in.”</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But don’t ski and complain.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can choose to ski, or you can choose to go in.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And a lot of times when they were littler they would choose to go in.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">M. [younger daughter] especially would choose to go in.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But then she’d see us come down, and we’d be laughing and skiing and she’d come back out again and she’d ski longer than I thought she would.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;&quot;;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Please join us in for the second part of this interview on dancing through the pain, an apt metaphor for much of life by clicking here: <a href="/2012/05/dancing-through-pain-part-ii.html">/2012/05/dancing-through-pain-part-ii.html</a>&nbsp;And please feel free to share your thoughts about pain, physical courage, and how you feel about your kids doing physical activities that may hurt them.</i></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;&quot;;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">.&nbsp;</span> </span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/Ahqb-J9KOUI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/Ahqb-J9KOUI/dancing-through-pain-part-i.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/04/dancing-through-pain-part-i.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-6375808183796959108Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-27T08:03:52.937-04:00Video interview with Jennifer Armstrong<div style="text-align: justify;">Hi folks, I recently did an interview for a web-based TV show called The Seeker's Journey, and talked about how childhood reflects the Hero's Journey, and how helping our kids develop courage prepares them for their own hero's quest (in other words, life!)&nbsp; <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://youtu.be/OAQ0gDlDmqA">You can watch the interview here.</a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OAQ0gDlDmqA" width="560"></iframe> <br /><br /><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/x7jneoDBNJA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/x7jneoDBNJA/video-interview-with-jennifer-armstrong.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)2/2012/04/video-interview-with-jennifer-armstrong.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-1231070035778007134Thu, 26 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-26T06:00:12.303-04:00<description><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-BGWnvB_95Og/T5MdMf3GCsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/V2pYe99jLeY/s1600/motivateGOFIRST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/-BGWnvB_95Og/T5MdMf3GCsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/V2pYe99jLeY/s400/motivateGOFIRST.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span id="goog_1680594584"></span><span id="goog_1680594585"></span><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/J_ixvTEEaOs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/J_ixvTEEaOs/blog-post_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGWnvB_95Og/T5MdMf3GCsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/V2pYe99jLeY/s72-c/motivateGOFIRST.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>/2012/04/blog-post_26.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-6056755005273459503</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-25T06:00:16.311-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">courage quotation of the day</category><title>Courage Quotation of the Day<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #990000;"><a href="/-OCeL-kFmxRQ/T2OzhqT9xYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/S8UgDVVLBpI/s1600/Picture-242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="/-OCeL-kFmxRQ/T2OzhqT9xYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/S8UgDVVLBpI/s320/Picture-242.jpg" width="320" /></a> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The only tired I was, was tired of giving in. ~&nbsp; Rosa Parks&nbsp; </span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #990000;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/-OCeL-kFmxRQ/T2OzhqT9xYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/S8UgDVVLBpI/s1600/Picture-242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div></blockquote><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/mYB0dskg67o" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/mYB0dskg67o/courage-quotation-of-day_25.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)0/2012/04/courage-quotation-of-day_25.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-2823139313991179641Tue, 24 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-24T06:00:22.029-04:00Jenniferphysical couragetalesHoratio at the Bridge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e6/Horatius_Cocles.jpg/275px-Horatius_Cocles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e6/Horatius_Cocles.jpg/275px-Horatius_Cocles.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the very popular tropes in action films is the lone fighter making a courageous last stand in order to buy time for others to get to safety.&nbsp; "Go!&nbsp; Save yourselves!" is the command through gritted teeth.&nbsp; "I'll stay and hold them off as long as I can!"&nbsp; Typically the odds are wildly against this hero: an entire army, a savage monster, a powerful wizard.&nbsp; "He's never gonna make it," someone in the retreating party will mourn.&nbsp; "I'll never meet anyone braver than him!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's a popular tradition in stories of <a href="/2011/02/what-is-physical-courage.html">physical courage</a>.&nbsp; One of the most enduring versions that has been told again and again since Roman times is the legend of Horatio at the Bridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The mighty army of the Etruscans</span> was marching toward Rome, which was still a young and small city.&nbsp;&nbsp; Farmers and villagers from the surrounding countryside had fled in advance of the enemy, streaming across the bridge that spanned the river Tiber, seeking shelter within Rome's walls.&nbsp; "But what happens if the Etruscans cross the bridge?" the people wailed.&nbsp; "They will tear down our walls and destroy us!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A troop of Roman soldiers stood guard on the bridge, hearts pounding with suspense.&nbsp; At last, over the crest of a hill showed a line of spears that grew taller and taller as the advancing soldiers marched forward.&nbsp; The army came on inexorably, massive and terrible, the tramp of their feet booming like thunder.&nbsp; Rome's walls could not withstand an assault by such a force. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Among the soldiers stood young Horatio, tall and proud.&nbsp; "We must tear down the bridge," he said to his companions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"There's no time, Horatio!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Tear it down, I'll hold them off," he replied, gripping his shield straps tight in his fist. &nbsp; While the other soldiers raced to the safe side of the river and began hacking at the wooden bridge, the vanguard of the Etruscan army came within shouting distance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Who among you will fight in single combat!" Horatio cried, evoking the epic battle between Achilles and Hector before the gates of Troy.&nbsp; "One soldier of Rome stands to fight your whole army!&nbsp; Who among you will do the honor?!&nbsp; Or are you an army of slaves, ordered to die by a tyrant?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Etruscans hung back,&nbsp; unsure how to proceed.&nbsp; Horatio could hear the frantic chopping behind him, and the groaning creak as weakened bridge timbers began to sag.&nbsp; From among the ranks of the Etruscans, someone threw a dart, hitting Horatio in the eye.&nbsp; Emboldened, the enemy surged forward, and several spears flew toward the lone hero.&nbsp;&nbsp; Horatio warded them off with his shield.&nbsp; Then, as he heard the bridge collapse with a great splash into the Tiber behind him, he dove into the river.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Romans who watched this show of bravery turned their faces away in grief.&nbsp; Their city was saved, but how could Horatio survive falling blinded into the flooded Tiber in full armor?&nbsp; "Wait! Look there!" came a triumphant shout.&nbsp; And there, swimming powerfully across the churning river, was Horatio.&nbsp; Cheers of victory greeted him when he reached the Roman shore, and forever afterward he was hailed as one of the greatest heroes of the Republic.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/ANGVB1jDiNk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/ANGVB1jDiNk/horatio-at-bridge.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/04/horatio-at-bridge.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-7077227426478445568Fri, 20 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-25T10:03:03.852-04:00JenniferSix Types of CourageFailure Is Always an Option<a href="/-rbqpvZ_OsIo/T4BaHD68MfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2y9wjkI4ZFo/s1600/958067_40459792.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728677803373375986" src="/-rbqpvZ_OsIo/T4BaHD68MfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2y9wjkI4ZFo/s320/958067_40459792.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been reflecting recently on how often I hear, "Failure Is Not An Option." From earnest motivational posters to hard-bitten action films, this phrase is bandied about as if "failure" is tantamount to total annihilation, like the destruction of the planet Alderaan by the Death Star in "Star Wars." No, we definitely don't want that.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">At the same time, I see chirpy messages like "Reach for the Stars!" "Go for it!" and "You Can Do It!"</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So... which is it? It can't possibly be both! The command, "Go for it, but for heaven's sake don't fail!" seems perfectly calculated to cause an epic choke and an epidemic of anxiety. Oh wait, that's what we have, isn't it? It is axiomatic that we learn more from our failures than from our triumphs, so how have we made any result short of first place so toxic?&nbsp; Of course we always want our kids to do their best, but are they always clear on the difference between doing <i>their</i> best and doing <i>the</i> best?&nbsp; </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I recently entered a national contest - never mind what it was - and spent some time studying past winners on the website with my daughter. The skill and expertise demonstrated in those examples made my effort look pretty amateurish, and the Lovely K. and I agreed that my chances of winning looked pretty slim given the competition. So why do it? Why even try?&nbsp; </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a name='more'></a>My willingness to fail is very recent! Time was when I would do pretty much anything to avoid putting my standing as a winner at risk. That meant I had to restrict myself to a <span style="font-style: italic;">quite</span> narrow range of things that I'm really good at, and steer clear of serious competition. One by one, other activities or interests withered away, killed by the life-sucking judgment of "not good enough." Failure had too sharp a sting.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">But as a parent, I see the harmful effects of the fear of failure in my daughter; there are plenty of things she shrinks back from trying, or things she throws in the towel on after a first failed effort. "Failure is not an option" means it's better not to try than to come up short. And yet, if our reach exceeds our grasp we still come away with something in hand. Even if you don't make it all the way to the top of the mountain, you still have a better view than you get at the bottom.<br /><br />I sometimes suspect that we've created a rigid dichotomy around the concepts of winning and losing.&nbsp; There's first place (winner) and then there's everything else (losers).&nbsp; But really?&nbsp; Would you really say that the Olympic athletes who don't win a<b> </b>medal are losers?&nbsp; That the kids who finish second, third and fourth (etc.)&nbsp; in the National Spelling Bee are losers? &nbsp; Success is measured in many ways, not just by a glossy first place ribbon.&nbsp; I don't advocate the "everybody gets a trophy," standard, which rewards kids just for showing up.&nbsp; But somewhere between Failure Is Not an Option and Everybody's a Winner there is a happy medium, where hard work is recognized and applauded, and perseverance is a reward that will enrich your child's entire life - not to mention what your child might learn along the way about what she is capable of, and who she is as an individual. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So I am setting my sights on some activities I will probably fail at, trying to summon each of the <a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">six types of courage</a> in turn to risk disappointment, loss, blows to my ego<b>,</b> and possibly even some bumps and bruises as well. In some ways it's a performance for an audience of one (my daughter), but I also know I'll end up with a little bit of stardust on my fingers. Here I go: watch me fail!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/77kdN74vhTk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/77kdN74vhTk/failure-is-always-option.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)8/2012/04/failure-is-always-option.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-3007512321274815804Wed, 18 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-18T06:00:05.300-04:00courage quotation of the dayCourage Quotation of the Day<a href="/-oBlQgro02LM/T2OtTYRJnkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7a8FoXe8P0I/s1600/864960_57894511.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720606500134166082" src="/-oBlQgro02LM/T2OtTYRJnkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7a8FoXe8P0I/s320/864960_57894511.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 313px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 130%;"><span class="style10"></span></span><br /><blockquote>The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. ~ Martin Luther King Jr</blockquote><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/FnxYEa6QpEc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/FnxYEa6QpEc/courage-quotation-of-day_18.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/04/courage-quotation-of-day_18.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-475385567252956521Tue, 17 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-17T06:00:06.950-04:00Six Types of CourageCourage Quotation of the Day<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">"Volunteering is an act of heroism on a grand scale. And it matters profoundly.&nbsp; It does more than help people beat the odds.&nbsp; It changes the odds."&nbsp; ~ President Bill Clinton</span></blockquote><br /><br /><br />Happy National Volunteer Week!&nbsp; Do you agree with the above statement?&nbsp; Which of the <a href="/p/six-types-of-courage.html">Six Types of Courage </a>fortifies your voluntary heroism?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/WrlTYbnE6k0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/WrlTYbnE6k0/courage-quotation-of-day_17.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Lisa Dungate)0/2012/04/courage-quotation-of-day_17.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862653040578109197.post-370836213929197641Thu, 12 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +00002012-04-25T10:05:43.743-04:00attachmentheroesJenniferphysical courageCarnegie Heroes<a href="/-zyL_GLMB3Go/T2SRmJePXMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g9H4H-6QecI/s1600/101804_carnegie_medal.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="241" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720857511231184066" src="/-zyL_GLMB3Go/T2SRmJePXMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/g9H4H-6QecI/s320/101804_carnegie_medal.jpg" style="float: left; height: 241px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" width="320" /></a><br />If you ever want to give your faith in humanity a boost, take a look at the <a href="http://www.carnegiehero.org/awardees_profiles.php">hero profiles</a> on the Carnegie Hero Fund Commission's website. What is the Carnegie Hero Fund Commission you ask? From their website:<br /><br /><b>The two-fold mission of the Carnegie Hero Fund Commission</b>: To recognize persons who perform acts of heroism in civilian life in the United States and Canada, and to provide financial assistance for those disabled and the dependents of those killed helping others.<br /><br />Reading these profiles is truly inspiring, and you may begin to notice some themes running through these stories of ordinary citizens who performed extraordinary acts of courage - usually on behalf of strangers. Many of these heroes credit their family relationships with giving them the core belief that every life is worth saving. The influence of parents is clear in profile after profile. <a href="http://www.tcoasttalk.com/2010/08/18/woman-jumps-out-of-wheelchair-and-into-water-from-fort-pierce-bridge-witnesses-rescue-her/">The youngest medal recipients of 2011, three teenage Florida boys who saved a woman from drowning</a>, explicitly credit their parents. "I grew up with my dad helping people," one of the young heroes told reporters. This is the influence of family connection and strong <a href="http://http//www.lionswhiskers.com/2011/03/why-attachment-is-so-important-in.html">attachment</a>.<br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />A second theme is the influence of rehearsal, either mental rehearsal or actual practice. Another teen medal recipient credited the self-discipline he learned in baseball practice with helping him rescue a drowning man. Other recipients cite safety drills in childhood, or hearing stories of courage and service to others with inspiring them and encouraging them to act. It is because of this rehearsal that heroes are able to act "without thinking." The thinking happens <span style="font-style: italic;">ahead</span> of time.<br /><br />A third theme I observed in these profiles was gratitude - not the gratitude of the people whose lives were saved, although of course that's there! - but the gratitude of each of these heroes to have been able to help! That is a truly beautiful thing, in my opinion.<br /><br />So do yourself a favor and read a few of these profiles. Share them with your kids. Who knows? Maybe one day the Carnegie folks will be honoring <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>.<br /><br /><br />.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~4/xx1bAEmXnXE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/lionswhiskers/HFOM/~3/xx1bAEmXnXE/carnegie-heroes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jennifer Armstrong)0/2012/04/carnegie-heroes.html