Growing Pains

I don't know why, but I feel like crying.

I must be feeling scared.
Tonight is our very informal Chat Noir Writer's Circle 2015 recital.
I'm reading a story about not being afraid.
How's that for irony.

There is no reason to be afraid.
There is no place or group of people where I feel safer.
Still, my stomach is kind of grumbly, and I'm kind of teary eyed.

Except when I'm at work, I spend a lot of time in bed.
Not always asleep, but a lot.
There's a lot of change a foot.
Guess who doesn't like change.

Yesterday, I took Bella to a new park.
At first she didn't like it cause there weren't any other kids there.
Then Leah and her brother showed up.
Leah was 6 and a half years old and wore the very same pink Frozen shirt that Bella was wearing.
That was all Bella needed.
She followed Leah around the whole park.
She watched as Leah climbed on top of the slide, stood in the notch of a tree, swung really high and jumped from the swing.
I began to notice that Bella's fear began to change to courage.
She tried sitting in a swing by herself - with me holding her on. She didn't like it when I let go, but she squealed with delight when she realized she wasn't going to fall, even if it was just for a second.
Notch in the tree, no big deal for a Frozen shirted girl.
Monkey bars - with me holding her up - fun enough to ask for more.
I don't think I take undo risks, but I do let Bella stretch her limits.

Wonder why I don't do the same for me?
Maybe I need a Frozen T-shirt to wear tonight.

Merry ME

Comments

Debbie said…
Frozen shirt...maybe
ready to go.....working on it
click your heels and say 'the show must go on' ....save the 'there is no place like home' for later.

Have a great evening!!

May 21, 2015 at 7:09 PM
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