A while ago, I posted Amy Cuddy’s Ted talk about our body language and the impact it can have on us.
Shortly after watching this talk, I mentioned this to our younger kids and had them stand up straighter, and even lift up their hands in a “V” pose with their hands overhead and spread out. This came to be known as the “victory” pose around our house when frustrations such as homework, or other issues caused frustration or anxiety. But as time passed, these moments became infrequent, or dismissed from my perspective as “Dad being Dad.”
Flash forward more than two years.
We were on a long road trip. An important trip where missing the waypoints, or hitting delays have large consequences.
Frantic search for a dealer.
Work that will most likely result in a delay.
Shuttle to a local mall.
Waiting. Wandering. Waiting.
Then it came.
Small simple words.
A reminder to hold our hands high.
A reminder to walk in the “victory” pose.
A reminder that we were safe, and that it was going to be okay.
The words and reminders were not from me, but from our kids.
The world slowed. (And so did my breathing)
I took their advice, and I raised my hands high and walked around that little mall.
My perspective and emotional state shifted.
We all smiled, laughed, and joked.
Our world shifted for the better that day.
I suddenly realized the impact we have around us, in our circle, and in the lives of others.
I also realized something else, perhaps even more important.
They are listening.