When she fell off her bike and broke her arm, she cried but wasn’t hysterical.
When she was wheeled into surgery, she was more curious than scared.
When she was wheeled out of surgery and woke up, rather than being scared at being alone (I wasn’t allowed to be in the immediate post-op recovery area), she began to chat with the nursing staff and say hi to others who were being wheeled past her.
She marched to the end of the diving board over 12 feet of water and jumped without hesitation into the waiting arms of her swim instructor. She didn't know how to swim at the time.
She is the one who will willingly volunteer to hold a snake
…and a tarantula (shudder).
Just last weekend while we were waiting at a store, she discovered the fun of the “trust fall” experience with her father. She would stand straight and stiff as a board, and then lean….lean…lean back. A flash of fear would flit through her eyes and then she would laugh with delight when she felt the strong hands of her father catch her.
Sweet girl, may you never lose your brave spirit, and may you learn early in life to fall into the arms of your heavenly Father. He is faithful, and will catch you every time.