When I visit the granddaughters in Austin, we always go to the neighborhood park. I'm not sure what they enjoy more, playing on the equipment, or eating the snack that they always insist on bringing. Somehow food always tastes better when it is eaten outside.
The park has a climbing rock with those little multicolored handholds that allow kids to scramble to the top. Hunter enjoys climbing to the top and then posing herself on the rock like Ariel, the mermaid. She perches there and sings mermaid songs, and if I'm lucky I'm sitting far enough away that I don't have to hear them.
On our last visit I had just settled onto the park bench when I hear Hunter say,
"Don't look, Nana. It's dangerous!"
I turn just in time to see her leaping down to the ground. She lands, unharmed, in a cloud of dust.
This child is daring. She runs headfirst into the future and knows no fear. Although I want her to be safe, I also hope that she can retain that confidence as she grows up. I hope the world and her overprotective Nana don't drive the boldness from her.
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aww that's sweet. I am sure the child will remain bold!
ReplyDeleteSonia Lal
Those ones who have no fear scare us to death, and yet, isn't wonderful that they have that daring approach?
ReplyDeleteI have the opposite. My grandson is so cautious it drives us mad. His pediatrition says cautious children are easy to raise. Yes, but will he ever take risks? Risks are necessary in life. A blend of the two would be nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story. I hope Hunter never loses that daring attitude and bold self confidence!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I didn't know most of what my two sons did. Like bungee jumping! Until afterwards.
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