They say you remember trauma more acutely than pleasure. If
the memories of my first high dive experience are any indication, it’s true.
the memories of my first high dive experience are any indication, it’s true.
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| My boys did not inherit my high dive angst. |
I was in fourth grade. No one made me do it, but it looked fun.
Something akin to flying. So, in my least favorite faded-red swimsuit, I leapt
to my near-death.
Something akin to flying. So, in my least favorite faded-red swimsuit, I leapt
to my near-death.
A nanosecond after my limbs smacked the water, my head
throbbed with pressure of chlorine water forced up my sinuses. I remember “rearranging”
my swimsuit while I was still ten leagues under.
throbbed with pressure of chlorine water forced up my sinuses. I remember “rearranging”
my swimsuit while I was still ten leagues under.
When I finally surfaced, I clung to the concrete ledge gasping,
coughing, and crying.
coughing, and crying.
Last summer I cried at the pool again. But this time it
wasn’t me jumping off the high dive.
wasn’t me jumping off the high dive.
On that day, a little boy stood wide-eyed and dripping near
the high diving board. He smiled as he watched the big kids twirl and flip, head first,
feet first, laid out, and curled up. Almost as if they’d achieved flight!
the high diving board. He smiled as he watched the big kids twirl and flip, head first,
feet first, laid out, and curled up. Almost as if they’d achieved flight!
His dad had come straight from work to the pool to watch a few minutes of
swimming lessons. Scurrying between the board and his dad the boy seemed to be
asking, Should I do it? Should I do
something brave and scary?
swimming lessons. Scurrying between the board and his dad the boy seemed to be
asking, Should I do it? Should I do
something brave and scary?
His dad encouraged him. “Yeah! Try it.” The boy did the
shivering shuffle over to the ladder, climbed up two steps, stopped, and went
back to his dad. His dad knelt down and smiled, “You don’t have to,” he
reassured him, “but if you want to try, I’m here to watch you.”
shivering shuffle over to the ladder, climbed up two steps, stopped, and went
back to his dad. His dad knelt down and smiled, “You don’t have to,” he
reassured him, “but if you want to try, I’m here to watch you.”
Finally, he climbed to the top of the high dive. With knees
knocking from cold and fright, he bobbed at the end of the board.
knocking from cold and fright, he bobbed at the end of the board.
Far below friends and lifeguards hollered advice: Just go! Plug your nose! Hurry up! It’s fun!
I’ll buy you ice cream if you do it! It doesn’t hurt! (Whatever!)
I’ll buy you ice cream if you do it! It doesn’t hurt! (Whatever!)
His dad encouraged him. “You can do it.” But there was no
bribery or threats about ice cream. He just waited.
bribery or threats about ice cream. He just waited.
Finally, bolstered by his father’s presence, he barely
stepped off the edge and fell to the water. No flips. No twists. Just a brave
little boy, smacking the water. He came up sputtering. Pulling at cockeyed
goggles. Dog paddling to the ladder. Suppressing sobs.
stepped off the edge and fell to the water. No flips. No twists. Just a brave
little boy, smacking the water. He came up sputtering. Pulling at cockeyed
goggles. Dog paddling to the ladder. Suppressing sobs.
His dad squatted by the ladder and lifted him out. Pressing
his wet head into his father’s dry shirt, the boy let the sobs go.
his wet head into his father’s dry shirt, the boy let the sobs go.
And that was when I cried.
To me, it was a picture of God’s dealing with me.
How many times has God invited me to jump into fun, brave, and
scary adventures: a college transfer, a move, foster care, a new job. The courageous
people who’ve already jumped seem like they’re having so much fun! Or doing
such meaningful work, or learning such important things.
scary adventures: a college transfer, a move, foster care, a new job. The courageous
people who’ve already jumped seem like they’re having so much fun! Or doing
such meaningful work, or learning such important things.
With God’s kind permission I dip my toes in the water and
do a little research. It’s cold, but not icy.
do a little research. It’s cold, but not icy.
This location is good, and so is that one.
My work is meaningful, and I could also do that job.
Parenthood is important, and so is foster care.
Ministry is fruitful here, and also over there.
Everyone poolside is calling out advice, warning, or
impatience. Hurry up and do it already! You’ll
do great. That will be hard. Are you crazy?
impatience. Hurry up and do it already! You’ll
do great. That will be hard. Are you crazy?
So I pray. Lord?
Should I, or shouldn’t I?
Should I, or shouldn’t I?
And my loving Father answers, “You can, but you don’t have
to. If you do, I will be with you. If
you don’t, I still love you. And I will be with you always. Either way, My
grace is sufficient for you.”
to. If you do, I will be with you. If
you don’t, I still love you. And I will be with you always. Either way, My
grace is sufficient for you.”
Sometimes I’ve climbed back down the ladder and wondered
what could have been. What would that mission trip, that move, or that job have
been like?
what could have been. What would that mission trip, that move, or that job have
been like?
On rare occasions, I’ve jumped and freestyled my way to the other
side of the pool.
side of the pool.
But most times I’ve come up sputtering wondering what in
the world the Lord was thinking by letting me jump.
the world the Lord was thinking by letting me jump.
Then I remember that poolside father. The one who reminded
me of my Father God.
me of my Father God.
He’s helping His scared and gasping child out of the water.
Soggy and sobbing, I fall into his arms. It felt like failure. The move
was rough. The job required more skill. Foster care was demanding.
Soggy and sobbing, I fall into his arms. It felt like failure. The move
was rough. The job required more skill. Foster care was demanding.
But my tears tell me I did something hard. My water-slapped
skin tells me I still have sensation. My draining sinuses tell me I was all the
way in.
skin tells me I still have sensation. My draining sinuses tell me I was all the
way in.
I drape my soggy self around Him, and I realize My Father
loves me whether I jump or not.
loves me whether I jump or not.
Wonderful post, Shauna. What a sweet analogy. Thank you for reminding me that God is with me and loves me no matter what path I choose.
It was a sweet moment and a good reminder for me too, Kay. Thanks for taking the time to read 🙂
Beautiful, Shauna! Melted my heart.
Thanks for reading, Shelli. It melted mine too, only I had to suppress an "ugly cry" while watching it 🙂
Heart filled… Eyes too…
Wonderfully written as always Shauna!
Thanks for reading, Tami. Here's to a summer filled with memorable "high dive" experiences 🙂