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When I saw the prompt for today my mind went immediately to our camping trip last summer where my children showed me, one day on the river, what brave looks like.
Here goes my five minutes on: Brave.
|the beautiful Kern River near our campsite|
The water froze our ankles as we made our way up the slippery riverbed, toes gripping mossy rocks. Up ahead, the water widened out, formed a pool ringed round by large boulders. With the kids trailing, making their own way along the rivers edge, I explored the pool, finding that yes, the kids could safely jump from the biggest boulder into the breath stealing cold of the river. Should they be so inclined. So brave.
The oldest clambering up the boulder first and with encouraging shouts from his sisters, launched himself into the pool. He rose with a shout, victorious, exhilarated, mouth full of encouragement to his sisters, “You have to try it! Come on, you can do it!”
The youngest made her way up the boulder, brother waiting strong and steady in the water, arms spread wide. With her jump, she flew as though diving, splashed loud and happy into the water.
The second born, finding courage from watching siblings’ bravery, made her own way up the boulder. Hesitating, waiting, she finally left the firm surface of the boulder, flinging herself toward river and brother and sister.
Brave, sure and strong now, having conquered the fear of that first time, they became an assembly line of jumpers, laughing, splashing, winging their way from boulder to cold river again and again.
These pictures encouraged me this morning. As our family prepares for this new adventure, I see all of us on the boulder, encouraging one another: we can do this, we are brave, we are together. Soon, very soon, we will gather our courage like a woman gathering her skirts, and we will jump.