Last week, the youngest kid and I were walking across a parking lot in the Florida heat. He was holding my hand and chatting with me about his day. But, then, he frowned and looked at me. "I'm not brave," he said. Startled, I looked back at him and asked, "Why do you think you aren't you brave?"
Being afraid, being brave
Being afraid, being brave
Being afraid, being brave
Last week, the youngest kid and I were walking across a parking lot in the Florida heat. He was holding my hand and chatting with me about his day. But, then, he frowned and looked at me. "I'm not brave," he said. Startled, I looked back at him and asked, "Why do you think you aren't you brave?"