Don't know if it was too many rounds of clown costumes, the icky sticky make-up, trips to the circus, or her friend, Sandy, but Mary isn't so keen on clowns anymore. We had to ask for at least 3 years before she agreed to let us take Annalyn to the circus. Which, incidentally, Annalyn loved!
When Mary was a little bitty girl and watching Sesame Street, Tom taught me a lesson about fears. The day that was "brought to you by the letter S", included a video of a snake. I can do rodents, bugs, spiders, just about anything but snakes (heights and speed, so no "Snakes on a Plane" for me). When the snake video started on Sesame Street, I started to dart to the kitchen. Tom came quickly after me, and in protective dad/doting husband voice told me if I showed fear about snakes or anything else, I would teach Mary to do the same.
You know what? I'm still not a fan of snakes, but Tom taught me something pretty important that day. I could control my fear or I could let my fear control me. Huh! Wanting to do the best thing for my child empowered me to take control. I may not go out of my way to watch or learn about snakes, but at least I don't avoid visuals about them like the plague anymore, live ones....
I think this is my big takeaway about the clowns: each of us is wonderfully and uniquely made by our Creator. We each have our good and bad moments, what's good for one may be bad for another. Bottom line: who's in control? And just as important, how does my level of self-control affect those around me?
What fear(s) have you conquered? What advice would you give to someone trying to overcome a fear, big or small?