Black Raven Rising "I Believe"

“I Believe.”

This morning, we were getting ready to head off to an IP hockey tournament. Ages 4-6 year-olds: the equivalent of herding cats. On skates. Fun times at the rink.

Anyway, my 6 year old was hanging out, waiting for me to be ready already, when he said, “I hope I score a goal today. But I probably won’t.”

His statement rubbed me the wrong way.  I thought this would be a good time to spread some of my knowledge of positive thinking. Truth be told, I’m not exactly an expert.  I’ve been struggling with being positive so much lately, in fact, that I dug out an old read yesterday about manifesting money to help me perk up my positive vibes.

I blame it on January.

January is Hard.

Although this book was about manifesting money, it talked a lot about the need to release negative thoughts before you could allow positive thoughts to flow.  Focus on the good to attract good results. I took this information to heart.  It seemed to sink in deeper than the first time I read it.

So back to my opportunity for a teachable moment with my son.  I said, “Well, if you think you won’t, you probably won’t.  But if you think you will, you probably will.  You just have to believe.  Whatever you believe is what usually happens.”

He looked at me, then looked in the mirror, and said, “Ok.  Then I believe.”  As he walked out of my room, I heard him softly telling himself, “I believe.  I believe!”.  It was sweet and cute and I marveled at my sage motherly advice.  Checkmark for today. I’ve done a good thing.

Fast forward to the hockey tournament.  First game.  Swarms of tiny kids with big helmeted heads careen wildly around the ice, all chasing the same puck.  All of them have sticks, most of them have limited coordination, many of them prefer laying on the ice, and the odd one takes it way too seriously. Anyway, my son was the only one crying after the first period.  Shocker. His feet are frozen and he wants to go home.  Sorry, kid.  You’ve got 87 relatives here to watch you play.  The show must go on.  Plus, you can’t let a kid quit, its just bad parenting.

So he goes back out there and tries again.  He skates hard. He falls down a few times too.  It’s cute.  My face hurts from smiling. Or from being frozen that way in the frigid arena.  Then he scores.  He turns to look around and see his cheering section doing what they do best.  He’s vindicated.  He smiles a big smile and tries again.  After the game, it was his name was called for the customary “Hustler of The Game Award.”

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When I went into the dressing room after the game, he smiled so huge.  “Mom!  Did you see I got a goal?!  And I got the Hustler Award!”.  I nodded and smiled, “Yes! I did! That’s awesome!”.

“It was just like you said, mom.  It’s because I believed!”

I felt as though the universe had proven itself to me.  Positivity went rewarded.  I thought about how actually believing that thought myself had enabled me to pass that powerful positivity on to someone I loved, and it felt like I had discovered a big secret.  Is that all it takes?  Actually believing that what you want can be yours?  It seemed too easy.

Now, I don’t want this next part to sound like I was testing the Universe, because I definitely wasn’t about to eff around with that.  I just wanted to actually confirm I had the positive power in my mind to manifest something I wanted.  I felt like I was ready.

I was going to buy 50/50 tickets.  This is customary at hockey games.  Whoever buys a ticket has a chance at 50% of the pot.  Standard luck of the draw.  If you’re like me, every time you buy a ticket, you HOPE you win but you ASSUME you probably won’t.  Well, guess what guys? You’re Doing It Wrong.

Before I got my money out to buy the tickets, I thought about buying that ticket with the intention of winning.  I imagined I was buying the actual winning ticket. When I handed over the money, I didn’t feel like I was flushing my money down the toilet or chalking it up to “Supporting the Rink”.  I believed I was making a profitable investment.  I didn’t think to myself, “it sure would be nice to win.”  When I put the tickets in my pocket, and told the ladies selling them that I just bought the winner.

I believed.

And when they called the winning number at the end of the game, I walked away with $500.

What do you believe in?

Black Raven Rising "I Believe"

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