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?