When I was a little girl, I hung out with my older brother’s friends a lot and sometimes boys get rough. During the daily games of kickball during the summers in our yard, when things got rough, I would start asking for a time-out.
When my brother denied my request, I would cry and start screaming for the time-out. I believed if he would have just granted me the time-out when I asked the first time, then I could have avoided being the “cry baby” altogether.
If you can picture a 6 or 7-year-old little girl standing in the middle of a yard full of little boys with her hands on her hips, glaring squarely at her big brother on the pitcher’s mound, then you can imagine what I used to look like. Add a red, tear-stained, dirty face, and a right foot stomping into the ground, and you really have the visual.
Over the course of my life and particularly over the last almost ten years with Primary Lateral Sclerosis, I have had many occasions to cry out for a time-out. Sometimes I could get a short reprieve from whatever chaos I was experiencing, as if it had been universally granted.
When one was not granted, I would feel like that red-faced little girl looking out at life as if it were my big brother on the pitcher’s mound, putting my hands on my hips, stomping my feet (if I could) and fighting back my tears.
I started giving myself time-outs by stepping away from the situations and trying to look for the bigger picture or for the lesson. This would work if I could see the lesson or the bigger picture through the immediate angst, but often I could not (and cannot) see that until later on.
Instead, I might just have to step away from anyone involved, so that I could be the “cry baby” as much as I needed to be without anyone feeling obligated to tell me just how “ok” everything was going to be. If I was at the point where I was in need of a time-out, I definitely did not want to hear someone trying to convince me that I did not really need one.
Since the pump drama began in mid-2010, I have found myself in need of many more time-outs than I would like to admit. Most of them have not been granted so far, although I have found my own little diversions to tide me over.
I have shared some of those with you in previous blogs and will likely continue to share them because I continue to need new and different ones while I wait for the granting of my time-out.
I have been through enough at this point in the kickball game of life that I trust it will all work out ok at some point, but that doesn’t change my need for a break to catch my breath.
What about you? Do you shout out for a time-out in your own life? What do you do if one isn’t granted?