This is my catchphrase to Franki.
Be Gentle…there’s no need to snap the food of my hand.
Be Gentle…that little kid just wants to pat you.
Be Gentle…as the rough and tumble play escalates.
I’m sure Franki has no idea what those words mean. Perhaps it’s the intonation of my voice. An alarm that something isn’t quite right, but an indication to tone the pace, enthusiasm and excitement back (a little).
I notice that it’s not only Franki that is learning when and how to be gentle…So am I.
Be Gentle, Deborah….that email doesn’t have to be answered immediately.
Be Gentle, Deborah…it’s not a race to prove you are a strong rider.
Be Gentle, Deborah…there are no prizes for who can hold a boat pose the longest.
As the last 18 months have been trying to show me, I need to learn to be more gentle…with myself, with others.
Living with an AI ravaged bucket, means that if I keep filling the bucket with non-gentle stuff, the bucket overfills rapidly, starts rusting at its seams. It’s unable to do its job…to simply hold. All the good stuff and the bad.
It’s not easy though, and I’ve stumbled several times. When I arrived back home from my honeymoon month in France, my bucket was looked like it had been through the baggage handlers routine. Dents, nicks and gashes I hadn’t recognised. I was indignant.
How did they get there? Who is responsible for this? That’s MY bucket!
When Mr Metamucil completed his 4th Ironman triathlon, I was so happy, relieved and proud. I was also so exhausted, I could feel each bone in my body and could count each and every fibre keeping me together.
It may sound ridiculous, I wasn’t the one who completed a 3.8km swim, 180km bike ride and a 42km run…but for me the adrenalin, the anticipation and the 4:30am start kicks my AI bucket to kingdom come.
And so I have to remind myself, “Be Gentle…Deborah.”
So I pick up my bucket and try to restore it.
Slowly. Carefully. Daily.
I’m learning the fine art of bucket repair…the tools, the method, the manner in which I need to do it.
And I keep adding to it, because it’s only early days.
Because that’s my bucket and I’m here to carry it.