Photo by Stevendepolo
When I was little, I climbed trees, buildings, fences, flag poles. I guess you could say I was vertically obsessed. I was good at it too. I never broke a bone or twisted an ankle! My parents were really supportive and just let me do my thing — for the most part. Other people, and especially other parents, were not so enthused… If we were at the playground my rapture was usually cut short by the shriek “WHOSE CHILD IS THAT!?!” and I would be asked to come down.
I have been thinking about that a lot lately.
I am not a parent but I sort of felt like one at times… (being the oldest of six)
I think it’s a parents job to believe that their child can do anything, because the rest of the world probably won’t.
Overly cautious parenting limits what a child believes he or she is capable of — obviously caution is a very important life skill, and as a life skill, it is taught best by life.
I am thankful to my parents for allowing me the freedom to explore my limits and the encouragement to grow past them.
Like timidity, bravery is also contagious.