Bravery comes in all sizes of packages.
I have a friend who is learning to live with cancer, knowing that the chemo she's on hasn't kicked the out of control cells and without a miracle, her time is limited on this earth.
My kids each have unique struggles and have chosen to be brave in those.
My husband currently has no knee but plenty of pain.
Bravery can be oh, so heavy. But sometimes we can experience the joy in courage.
Last night I got to watch our little 1-year-old exhibit a little bravery of her own. We have several steps in our house including sections that go to landings and have only two steps each. Our little roundhead baby is fascinated. Basically, when she's over and awake we do steps.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
However, until last week the down was either an adult lunge to catch crazy baby or holding a tiny hand taking one step at a time. My daughter has been teaching her to go backwards down the stairs on the little landings.
Yesterday, she initiated this on her own while I was able to take pictures of the very slow methodical process. Shall I mention she was headed to the dog chilling room and the kennel?
Probably not.
I won't post pictures of her favorite play area either, since it seems to be the kennel at the moment. If it helps, the older kids love it too, and the dogs don't really use it. Unless the kids corral them into playing with them.
