Monday, September 19, 2011


I know I'm supposed to be writing about young me, but I had to write this down while it was still fresh in my mind. 

I was tucking Charles into bed when he mentioned that he sometimes is afraid of the dark. Charles is a smart kid and understands that there is no such thing as monsters, but he's also young and the world is still magical to him at times. I gave him some encouragement and talked about how he was strong and he didn't have to be afraid. He seemed ok with this explanation and I kissed him goodnight and walked into the kitchen to finish up some dishes.

While I was putting a bowl away, it dawned on me that I had handled that situation all wrong. So I went back into his room and I started to explain the definition of bravery.

I told him that being brave isn't the absence of fear. Fear is normal and everyone experiences it. Bravery is continuing on with our lives despite that fear. Bravery is not letting that fear rule your life. I told him I had many fears, but I wouldn't let those fears stop me from doing what needs to be done. I could see the light bulb come on in his eyes and I realized he understood a little better.

 Personal choices are what determine our lives, not the circumstances around them. I hope he learned the lesson well.