The beautiful mess of this little girl pulls at my heart in so many ways.
She cried at her first ballet class yesterday. She hid behind my legs until the last 4 minutes when she couldn't resist going out to run and jump.
I remember being timid as a little girl. And I wish so much I could pull that little wall down for her - help her see that she really will have fun if she just tries. It's a struggle of knowing exactly how she's feeling and yet knowing it doesn't have to be that way. That her fears aren't real.
To bend down and whisper, "I know you're scared, but don't be. It'll be fun."
It makes my heart ache.
She's so much like me.
How to make her see that the world is hers for the taking if she just tries - if she just puts herself out there.
But we'll be back next week.
She had four minutes of being brave, and I'll take it.
One day she just might change the world in her four minutes of being brave.
Linking up with Casey's beautiful blog.