I gathered supplies at Lowe's the night before and asked some basic questions to a seemingly well informed stock boy (he had me at wall paper stripper...lol), and then last night I got started. I was scared at first because if I tear up these walls by scraping too hard or pulling off something I should have, I'm well, pretty much screwed. But then, after I got started, the feeling of relief washed over me. It wasn't that hard, really, and truthfully, it was relaxing in a new way. Josh had been watching me for a good hour since I started to work in his room. I remembered long long long long time ago, helping my Mom renovate and do projects around the house. My Mom is infinitely braver than I have ever been or ever will be. She tackles things with a self assurance that I've never had, but at the same time, I want my son to know that you can do things you set your mind to, no matter how much you fear them. He got up from his video game chair (grrr kids these days and their games) and started helping me. "How come you only got one scraper?" Me, "Because I figured I was the only one that was going to do this." "Oh....well, I want to help, Mom." And so the two of us worked for 3 hours tackling a project that really wasn't that hard to do. We need music I say. Josh (9 years old) goes and puts his Ipod on and we worked listening to the Beatles---one of his favorite groups. Laughing and teasing each other as we pulled strips of paper and removed the residue from the wall, it was a good time even though it tired us out.
"I'm proud of you Mom". At that moment, I had a flashback to my Mom and remembered us doing similar things together under similar circumstances. The wave of pride came over me that I was following in her footsteps, if even for a moment, engulfed me. Overcoming our fears is tremendously scary, but by and large, they are never as scary as we build them up to be in our mind. The power we have to overcome ourselves and do things on our own is unlimited. Getting started is half the battle.