I just felt so hurt and jealous of the other children. Now today I am feeling that same feeling again, only this time it is not about my child it is about me. Old feelings of wanting to belong, wanting to fit in, jealousy of what others have or what others do.
In India there are a lot of monkeys. When the locals want to catch one, they anchor a bottle to the ground. The neck of the bottle is just large enough for a monkey’s hand to fit through. Then, they put a small banana in the bottle, sit back and wait.
The Monkey Trap.Before long a monkey comes by, sees the banana, reaches his hand into the bottle, and grabs it. But then, the monkey discovers that he can’t get his hand out of the bottle while holding onto the banana. There is loud chattering and squealing as the person who set the trap walks up to the monkey and places a burlap sack over him. In the darkness the monkey releases the banana and is captured.
The monkey could, of course, let go of the banana and run before getting caught. Some do. But most of the monkeys hang on to the banana until the sack goes over their head. Why? Because the banana has value to the monkey a
I would like to add to that how would it look if you just let go. Let go all the way and wished them well and moved forward. Not kinda sorta, but really just LET GO!