One of my favourite pleasures in life is reading bedtime stories to my son. It’s good for us to wind down together, and his vocabulary is expanding by leaps and bounds. He recognizes letters and numbers and he’s a heck of a counter, but I digress!
I like to think about what I’m reading him and what the morals are teaching him. One story he and I really like is Scuffy the Tugboat. I was taking a harder look at Scuffy the other day and what he teaches us, and now I’m wondering if I really do like Scuffy as much as I thought.
Let me take you into the story. Meet Scuffy, a toy tugboat who is not content with sailing around a bathtub because he is “meant for bigger things.” So far so good, Scuffy. You are aware of your infinite potential! Good job.
The man who owns the toy shop and his little boy take Scuffy to a brook, where he quickly takes off and travels along many different waterways, a brook, a stream, a river and eventually the ocean where he gets quite scared and wishes he was back with the man and the little boy because the ocean is too scary for him. Low and behold, just as he is about to sail off into the ocean and he’s wishing for the man and the little boy, they scoop him up and take him back home where he is content to be in the bathtub. Wait, what?
I get the lesson that you should stay with your parents and not take off. That’s a good one, but I think it teaches us that when you get scared and hit a fear block, you shouldn’t try to conquer it. You should just go back to your bathtub and be content to settle into mediocrity. Oh no, Scuffy. You had such potential.
I think with kids it’s so important to impart spirituality and lessons in consciousness when they are young. I want my son to know that his potential is limitless and that the world is his oyster. The only limits in life are the ones that you place on yourself. If you can dream it, you can do it. Cliché, but true.
There are so many reasons that you are the bomb dot com (did I just say that? Oh well. Proud 90’s child here). We can take goals and crush them. We can either allow others to limit us or we can power through those blocks we encounter and push on through. We are amazing, strong co-creators of our lives.
I think a better example of resilience and belief in oneself is The Little Engine That Could. She’s just a little blue engine, and after the big strong engines have left the dolls and toys high and dry, she’s their only hope. She’s never been over the mountain, but she thinks she can, she thinks she can, she thinks she can (LOL). She gets over the mountain with the dolls and toys and saves the day and as she puffs down the mountain she says, “I thought I could, I thought I could, I thought I could.”
That’s better. She believed it and she did it.
Maybe I’m taking too much time to think about the stories I’m reading my child, but I just thought that at the end, Scuffy was a little bit disempowering. You go out, you get scared, you settle for the status quo.
I get the lesson about gratitude for what you have, and that’s a good one in Scuffy’s book, but I think it could have been done in a more empowering way.
Just thought I’d share that with you today. What do you think?