Friday, November 09, 2012

Weighing the Difference/MANN


At age five, I remember walking along a country road toward my one-room school house—the last year of the war. Even at that age, I had a deeply instilled fear of airplanes and loud noises. War was war—even for a five-year-old. And I figured out as a youngster that I was safer sitting in the ditch until the plane was out of sight. Nonsense, you might think. For this child, it was safety—an action that brought me a sense of comfort.

Did that fear come from listening to the radio? Probably not at that age. Perhaps from hearing adults talk? Yes, some of that. Maybe it came from overhearing family talk about the men from the community who would not come home. Or could it have come from seeing my father polish his big black boots that looked so neat under his khaki army pants. No doubt some stories would be passed around the quilting frame as my mother and her Red Cross friends stitched or cut sheets for bandages and supports. While I cannot answer the question of where I learned to be afraid during that last year of the war, I can remember how I was calmed.

Age five was possibly an enlightening year for me. I not only remember the feeling of fear, I also remember gaining confidence and courage. Certainly in situations of listening to the roar of airplanes as I ran to the ditch on the side of the country road, but more than that. Being juggled through the snow to the barn over my father’s hip like he’d carry a bag of feed, gave me the feeling of protection and safety. My early Sunday school years deeply planted a sense of belonging. And of course my circle of friends as I made snow angels across our front yard.

Childhood provides a place of gravity where life experiences settle. And, only as an adult can we reach back to see the importance and impact they have on our adult life. I’m now at the time of my life where I’m watching grandchildren and great grandchildren experience different situations and I wonder how they will draw on them later in their life. We may not understand at the time when we look back and see pockets of unresolved emotions, from which we might be tempted to shy away. But, opening them up to answer the question, solve the equation is worth the challenge. Healthy fear is about protection and safety. It triggers action. It's that nagging fear that hinders us and limits our quality of life. In the ditches of life, we hear the sustaining words, “For I the Lord your God hold your right hand; I am the Lord, Who says to you, Fear not; I will help you (Isaiah 41:13).

Blessings,
Donna Mann
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3 comments:

Dorene Meyer said...

Excellent post, Donna!
Thanks for sharing this.

Dorene

Peter Black said...

Thanks Donna. Your storytelling drew me into the scenes and sensations you describe.
Hmm, memories. . .
I put in my appearance at the end of the war, and while I didn't experience fear over the sound of aircraft, they were a daily sight and sound in my early years spent outside London (UK), several miles from an aerodrome. I'd watch aerial and paratroop exercises regularly from my backyard.
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Jan Cox said...

Donna,
Thank you for this lovely post. Your words carry such vivid pictures and also bring to mind my childhood.
And such words of wisdom. I love: "Healthy fear is about protection and safety. It triggers action."

Blessings,
Jan
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