Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Embrace the Wobble

Crying profusely.

“Dad, don’t make me do it.”

Our 5-year old had promised to try riding her bike, and I was trying to stand strong. But her tearful protest was making it hard not to back down. For a few months we had failed at getting her to be able to ride a bike without training wheels. “Why force her toward another failed attempt?” I asked myself.

After a few minutes of emotional tug-of-war, we got little Sihasin onto the bike.

She settled onto the bike seat.

Struggled to push off, but finally did.

Bike wobbled.

Wobbled some more.

She reacted and steadied herself.

Wobbling continued.

She again reacted and kept the bike from falling to the side.

She had figured it all out! She was riding a bike.

Tears of “don’t make me do this” replaced with “wow, I can do this!”

Daddy no longer feeling guilty, but now feeling a proud papa elation.


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This week, we may feel like Sihasin when faced with a daunting challenge. We may not cry in protest, but we may wish we could.

Maybe that is the exact moment where we are going to have the breakthrough, if we just push through the fear of failure. In fact, it might be helpful to stop and name what we are afraid of as a way of getting ourselves onto the bike to at least make an attempt.

And when the bike inevitably wobbles, trust that you can figure out how to react. 

Just like Sihasin. 

In fact, our failures have taught us how to be successful, even if we cannot quite see it yet in that moment.

Embrace the wobble.

Embrace the “don’t make me do this” voice in your head.

But similarly, embrace the voice telling you “I can do this.”




Friday, August 18, 2023

Summer Rain

driving hard

pushing us indoors

summer rain reminds

of

cycles

blessings

showering

love

courage

strength

resilience

hardship

nourishment

until

silence

nothingness

where

only

summer rain remains






Wednesday, August 9, 2023

Presidential Visit

Yesterday was a big day for our little street in the North Valley.

As I took the kids to school, NPR talked about President Biden’s trip to the southwest, which was to include two fundraisers.

“One of those two will take place on our street,” we realized together.

 The first visit from Secret Service over the weekend gave us a sense of how big this was. The street would be shut down at times during the day, and we were told what we could and couldn’t do. The big offer was that we could take pics with the presidential limousine when the event was happening. A 50-car motorcade would come in with the President, and the attendees of the fundraiser would be bused in. Governor Lujan-Grisham and multiple Pueblo Governors were going to be in attendance as well.

Monday night, the Flegs were busy making signs to place in our front yard to help welcome the President.

"Welcome to our neighborhood Mr. President"

How it all actually went down? Well, you could get a better account of that from my family. (If you really need to know right away, go to Longfellow Elementary School today and ask for Sihasin or Shandiin. I am sure the Principal will be happy to pull them from their learning to talk to you.)

While I wasn’t there to see it all, but I do know that it took me an hour to get from “just around the corner from home” to getting to my house. As I approached our road, police were re-directing everyone. I found a place to park along a ditch and decided to try to walk home. On the way, a police vehicle stood blocking the trail. Even my proof of living on the street was not enough to get me past. The officer assured me, “Don’t worry. It is almost over,” as he listened to a play-by-play on his radio of what was happening at the event. 

“The President has just set down his glass. Oh, wait…he looks to be taking another sip after all. Now wiping his mouth with a napkin.” 

Exciting stuff!

After standing there for about 10 minutes, the motorcade began to exit our street. Neighbors stood in their driveways waving at the President as he waved back. I can at least say that I saw the President’s vehicle 100 yards in front of me, and can tell you that it was black and had tinted windows. Hey, that’s good enough for a tabloid story, right?

This morning, our street is quiet again. As if nothing happened.

And I am smiling, knowing that I will able to get to my house this evening.


Pic with the presidential limousine.


Biden waving from the back seat of the limo as he passes our house.