“Behind every young child who believes in himself is a parent who believed first.” – Matthew Jacobson
I was going to appear for a very competitive exam and I had been studying for months – As we drove towards the school on the morning of the exam, I felt like I could not remember anything.
My mom immediately said, “You are going to be just fine. Everything will come back to you when you see the questions”. Dad chimed in “You have been studying for months, you are a smart girl, you will do well”. Mom’s turn “Just be confident and focus on what you need to do. Don’t get distracted”. And back to dad “God hasn’t brought you so far to let you go now”.
I teared up by then, not because it brought me any relief that I would pass the exam but because I felt so loved, so protected and most of all so believed in. I wondered if I would ever believe in myself like my parents did. Over the years, in moments when I have often felt lacking in confidence and courage, its been my parents who seemed to see something in me that I couldn’t see.
Now, as a mother myself, I’ve found myself on the other side of the fence – wiping away frightened tears before a dance performance, soothing words of comfort after a test that didn’t go so well, fierce words of belief to a nervous toddler before a new academic year begins…I now see what my parents saw – the invisible belief that in encouraging your own child and giving them your strength, they would develop their own.
It’s a love transfusion – sending your conviction, your love and your strength into the doubting veins of your baby and knowing that if you pour it in there, it will regenerate itself. And one day, not in the too distant future, your own child will stand at the gates of a school or a college, holding out a thumbs up sign and a determined smile of their face, passing it on to someone else who turns back for a last bit of encouragement. #GiftTheLight