Small stuff in the great scheme of stuff.
They say it has a lot to do with balance.
And desire and readiness.
And sheer determination.
I remember when Abby gave up her training wheels. And what damage it did to my heart as I prayed she would crash into the ditch before the road when her dad pushed her down the driveway.
She wanted it.
She was fearless.
She was determined.
She was five.
Gracee had tried before. But her heart wasn’t in it.
Until just the other day.
Because she was ready.
Because she wanted it.
Not exactly fearless.
But her desire overpowered her fear.
And she did it.
She is almost eight.
She wore her helmet and elbow pads and knee pads. And Papa pushed her down the driveway. And Grandma did not watch.
We did have a few emergencies. Like a crash into the garage wall. And the lawnmower. And the tree.
And some high drama. Because she is well practiced at that.
I ran out and asked if she was alive or if I should call 911 and ask for the cute police officer to come out. (The one that came when she called 911 a few weeks ago.)
She laughed. Picked herself up. Kept practicing.
Because she had her eye on a goal.
Because she was determined.
And she did not give up.
I have a couple things to tackle.
Big stuff in the great scheme of stuff.
How about you?