tortoise and hareThis morning was definitely an interesting one for me. As a first time mother with a five-year old, inquisitive, and relatively mature for her age, daughter, she definitely had me a bit stumped this morning. However, a great thought came to mind that I wanted to share. So… here’s how my morning went as we prepared for school and work.

 

Me: “Baby, go brush your teeth and come to me when you’re finished.”

Daughter: “Yes, mommy.” She goes to brushes her teeth and comes to me afterwards as instructed. “Here I am. What next?” She looked a bit strange, standing with her arms tucked away under her breast bone as if she had something under each arm.

Me: What’s under your arms?

Daughter: Nothing.

Me: Why are you holding your arms like that?

Daughter: “Nothing.” I reach out to her arms to pull them upwards as I was determined to see what she was trying to hide. To my surprise I still couldn’t see anything.

Me: “You’re holding your arms like that for a reason. What’s wrong with your arms?” I began to see something protruding from each side of her underarm, but in her shirt.

Daughter: “Ok. Ok. Ok. It’s a bra.”  My eyes bucked widely as I tried not to laugh.

Me: “A bra? Why do you have on a bra?”

Daughter:  “Because.”

Me: “Because what?”

Daughter: “Because I want to wear a bra. My friend Mariah at school wears a bra.”

Me: “Well baby, it’s not time for you to wear a bra so go take that off. When it’s time, we’ll both know and you can wear one then.” Talk about a conversation I never imagined I’d have almost four years prematurely. She walked away and obediently took the bra off and placed it where she’d found it, but she wasn’t too happy about it. She actually cried tears of disappointment that she couldn’t wear the bra, more than that, she later explained that she was sad because she didn’t have breasts. We had a long conversation while I combed her hair this morning about how all things happen in due time. In the end, she felt better knowing that the time would come for her to wear a bra and she had something to look forward to.

My interesting conversation with my daughter this morning initiated this post. Sometimes we can want something so badly, but the time to receive just isn’t present. I thought about how I so badly wanted to publish my first novel, “Enough Time” at least six years before it was actually carried out. I used to toil over the fact that maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a writer. Maybe I was just wasting my time with my passion and that I’d never be able to share it on a more grand scale. The real truth was that it wasn’t time for me to publish my book. I had a lot more developing to do as a writer. The story, itself, wasn’t even ready to be shared. It contained its own set of flaws; more re-writing and re-writing was necessary. The avenue for the way it would be funded hadn’t been developed. I hadn’t even met my editor at that time to help edit the book to make it close to perfect. The same way she wants to have breasts or wear a bra at five is the same premature thoughts I had about publishing my book. There were things that had to be set up, put in place, and developed before I could publish.

Everything happens in due time. That’s the biggest lesson I’ve learned from following my passion. Sometimes you just don’t get things because the timing isn’t right. Keep following your passion knowing that when the time is right the avenues for expansion or public display will occur (that’s if that’s your goal). Passions have to be developed. They have to be nurtured. That development may be a lot slower than you desire, but more than likely, it will be best developed right on time. You can’t make it happen any faster than it is supposed to. Don’t rush the development of your passion. Take your time. Don’t rush getting it ‘out there’ until there is an unmistakable sign that the time has arrived.

As always, until the next post, live passionately and live it OUT LOUD!