NEVER NEVER GIVE UP!
I love a “never give up” attitude! When my son Jeff, at the age of three, was desperately trying to learn the art of tying his own shoes, I tried to encourage him by saying he had time to learn; there was no rush. Once I learned Tommy Dinkerdoodle—I’ve learned I’m supposed to change the names of people to whom I refer—could tie his shoes without even muttering to himself, I then understood Jeff’s intensity.
One morning when the shoe tying effort was especially unrewarding, I thought I’d inspire Jeff with the words of Winston Churchill spoken during some of England’s darkest days during WWII. (I know. . . I know. Sometimes during my early mothering phase I found myself talking for my own edification.)
“Jeff, honey. . . when it looked as if England would be defeated by the Nazi soldiers marching across Europe and heading for London, Winston Churchill addressed the people and shouted, ‘Never give up. . . never, never, never!’.”
Taken back by my dramatic outburst, Jeff walked into the kitchen and asked if he could maybe have a piece of toast. I decided it would be good if we both had a piece of toast.