November is the month of giving thanks and reflecting on our lives. I have been doing a lot of that, not just in November, but for the entire year. As I work on my Day Zero project, I find that I am focusing on being a better person, being more present, and being an active participant in my own life. Part of actively participating is being brave. Taking risks and diving in with no fear.
What is the bravest thing you’ve done?
The bravest thing that I have ever done is become a mother. It is also the scariest thing. And the most rewarding thing. And, quite possibly, the craziest thing.
I love being a mother. Love it. Watching The Boy achieve milestones like saying his first word (which was “hi” – yep, he’s a friendly kid!), taking his first steps (those led to running. Everywhere.), and constructing a track for his (large collection of) trains after struggling with it for so long are things that I find rewarding.
But there are many times when I have no idea what I am doing. None. Most of those moments happened when he was an infant. Isn’t that great? When The Boy needed my help the most, I was clueless. But for each curve ball that he threw at me, I found my way. Whether it was asking The Texan what he thought, taking to the internet to “research” or calling my mom, I found my way.
It is scary being a parent. But being a parent is being brave. You’re faced with hard choices – tylenol for a fever, or motrin? – and some easy ones – “No! Don’t eat the kitty’s food!” There are times when creepy, flying animals find their way into your house, and you’re forced to be braver than you ever thought you could be.
I am proud to be a mother. Learning and growing along with The Boy. I’m looking forward to the rest of our adventure together.
What is the bravest thing you’ve ever done?