brave
It happened. It may not seem like a big deal to anyone else. But it happened. This kid was brave.
He started preschool. He was so excited. And then the night before he expressed to me how he was suddenly nervous to go. He was afraid people would laugh at him. A 3 year old was afraid people would laugh at him. People. Seriously.
So we had the "just be you and it will all be ok" talk.
Still nervous to go he let me take pictures. And out pulled this face. A common occurrence when the camera comes out. I about told him to quit making that face. And then I remembered the talk I had with him on "being you".
So this is Porter. My silly, crazy, happy, goofy, independent, Brave little boy. I wouldn't have him any other way.
We walked into class and he put his stuff in his locker and gave me a kiss and bravely walked over to the other kids to play. Turned around with a thumbs up (still a slightly nervous look on his face) to let me know he was good. He was being brave. I knew the fears he had.
I walked out the door and got no more then 10 ft out when I panicked. I turned around to peek at him. I went to walk out again when I got that same 10 ft out when the panic set in AGAIN. I wanted to turn around again but I stopped myself. I tried to be brave. And then I remembered my little man. He was so brave. So I did it. I kept walking. Sounds simple, but this was a huge accomplishment for me. I was brave and I was inspired by a 3 year old to do it.
I sure love you tinka. You did amazing today. You rocked it. And no matter if people laugh at you, you were brave. And that's enough. You can conquer the world with that.
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