Fear is a Bridge

Written by Emily

The sun was shining, but the wind was fierce. Winter hadn’t loosened its grip. She had her hat pulled over her ears, and her little hands tucked into her sleeves.

She stood with her knees together, looking down.

Below her was a still-frozen river of white ice.

After a few heavy inhales and exhales, she scurried to the pavement side of the walking bridge, where her legs and breath were calm.

Within seconds, she was on the grate again, looking down and whispering to herself, “I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it.” Back to the pavement.

This back and forth and back and forth continued a few more times, before I asked, “Chlo, what are you doing?”

“I’m afraid of this,” she answered. “And I don’t want to be.”

And then she stepped back onto the grate.

I want to live like that.

 

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7 replies

  1. Wow, it’s so interesting how kids handle fear, isn’t it?

  2. That’s Chloe for sure! I love her determination. This will be such a poignant memory in the not-so-distant future.

  3. I want to live like that too!! WOW! How amazing it is to pay attention to our children and all they can teach us. Thanks so much for sharing Emily! My heart is overflowing right now!

  4. After I read this, I took my kids to the public pool. They both love going down the giant water slide, which is cool with me, as long as I don’t have to go. It scares me. Pool rules dictate that my littlest one isn’t allowed to ride unless she sits on my lap. I took a deep breath, thought of Chloe on her bridge and rode that damn slide with my girls, until I almost kinda liked it.

  5. Wow. That’s amazing. And inspiring. I want to live like that too.

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