Before school started, we spent a week at the beach. My husband caught some crabs, and my 2-year old was so intrigued, but he was also super scared of them. He battled with going to look at them and running back for me to hold him and feel safe. Eventually he gave in to his curiosity and ran closer to explore them. He was so proud of himself. He yelled back to me, “I was scared and I was brave, mom!”
Gosh, my kids teach me so much.
Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. To have courage is to be afraid, but to do it anyway.
I want to be brave with my life. That means doing things I’m scared to do. It is so much easier to be safe and comfortable, but you miss out on so much that way.