Kelsey, Natasha, G and T at the Air Force Museum
T in front of a airplane
“You can do hard things.”
One of my dear friends, Annette, is the mother to the little boys we used to tend. You may know them by the posts I’ve done about them, “Two Cents” by T and G. I haven’t tended them everyday for some time, but they still come on occasion to visit and play. When T was just little tiny, maybe 4, he had to go to see the dentist for cavities. He couldn’t go to the regular dentist, because he was very scared, and had a hard time doing what the dentist asked him to do. He ended up at the pediatric dentist. In case you don’t know, that’s a dentist who only works on kids. When Annette came to get the boys on the day T had to go to the dentist, he started to cry. I was wondering how Annette was going to get him to go, when he didn’t sound like he would. I’ve never forgotten what she said to him and I learned a great lesson from my friend. She said, “You can do hard things.” Guess what, T still wasn’t very happy about it, but he left with his mom and did it. He went to the dentist.
Ever since that day, when I’m having a tough time with something I need to do, the thought literally comes to my mind, “You can do hard things.” I can do hard things. We can all do more than we think we can.