Tears at the playground

Kamdyn,

While you are growing and learning, soaking in the world and facing challenges, so am I.  You in your way, and I, in mine.

When you stood at the top of that play set tonight, cautious, trepidatious of the height beneath you but venturing on anyway, you remind me of how I should face my own fears.

And when you decided the time was right, and you cautiously shuffled along until you reached your goal, I cried.

I cried, because you did it. I cried, because I knew how hard it was. I cried, because I couldn't make it easier. I cried, because I'm so proud of you.

You inspire me.

When other kids are racing past you, and you refuse to be rushed, you remind of the beauty of slowing down.

And when 2 kids (one your brother), stopped in their busyness to help you, I cried again.

They held your hand as you slowly took each step, while holding onto the railing. They waited when you faltered and when your dress got caught on your shoe. They didn't rush you.

And I was reminded that while the world spins on, always moving, always busy, often missing what is going on around them, there are those who will slow down. That is one lesson you have taught me.

For that, I am grateful.

Tonight, I look back and reflect on these mixed emotions. Some sadness that I can't make things easier when I would like to. Mostly pride. Pride for who you are: a spirited, determined child. Pride for who I know you will become: a capable, confident person. And thankfulness for the life that I get to experience by having you in it.