On the 2nd day of school, Keilah broke her arm. She fell off the monkey bars during recess. Since then, she’s been very hesitant to play on them. When we got to the park on Saturday, she said, “Mommy, I don’t like climbing monkey bars, anymore. I don’t want to have to wear a cast again.” I told her that was fine, she can play on the slides and swings, instead. But her true monkey self emerged a few minutes later, and she was once again climbing around all over the place.
After having gone around this circular “bridge” about ten times, she told me, “Mom, sometimes my heart pitter patters when I see how high I am, but I keep going, anyway.” I told her my heart does the same, just watching her, and she said, “but you’re not even the one up there!” Ha! She’ll understand in about 30 years, when she becomes a mom herself! (Her daddy says she can’t date until she’s 35 so the earliest she can have kids will be 30 years from now, when she’s 36. lol)
Anyways, the little exchange made me think about courage. For isn’t what Keilah said what courage is? It’s not about never having any fears. It’s about going on despite our fears. It’s about not letting our fears cripple us. I needed that reminder. I’m so glad I have my kids to teach me such truths. And I’m glad my parents let me date before I was 35 so I can learn these lessons a bit earlier:)
When the kids and I go to the park, the camera usually stays home so I can spot Keilah while she does her monkey moves. This time, I actually brought my camera and played, too:
with composition 
with capturing motion
with light
with framing
ETA: Keilah got her report card today and got all Os (outstanding) and 4s (advanced), except for speaking, for which she got a 3. So proud of her. Smart cookie like her daddy.
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