The Fairness of Fear

We stand on the viewpoint and I clutch onto the railing with both hands. We look out over the valley. And I wonder - is it fair of me to project my fears onto Nelle? To hold her, white-knuckled, as we wander along the steep path? To look away when the needle goes in my arm?

I want her to be fearless, yet not. I want to protect her, yet let her explore.

I fear she'll get her heart broken. She'll scrape her knees. She'll lose her mummy.

Can I be brave enough to let her develop her own fears?

Amanda xx


  1. I love your way...all your blogs are inspirational. Keep up the great work! X


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