These words of 2½-year-old Marian have kept me chuckling all week. She was scared to get her bangs cut. When her dad gently suggested that she could try being brave, she considered for a moment and then proclaimed that she’d be brave tomorrow.
Isn’t that what we all say, often?
The shame bugaboo
Sometimes we fear pain or the unknown. But often we shy away from exposing ourselves to judgment and ridicule. It’s the shame bugaboo. Most of us, after all, would choose to be queen of the ball while dressed up in our private room rather than naked in the village square.
I have spent years as a counselor working with clients to face the barriers of fear that tamp down or deny some vital truth of their being. This was especially true in South Africa. There my work was with the women at the Mapusha Weaving Cooperative, and the girls in the village of Rooiboklaagte.