Bloganuary – Day 2

How are you brave?

I don’t believe I’m good at answering these types of questions. At times they feel a little too personal and the effort the answer demands feels much like the anticipation just before ripping off a bandaid.

So, here goes this bandaid.

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A quick Google search tells us that [being] brave means:

Having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear, or difficulty. 

Merriam-Webster dictionary

I think others have put it more eloquently.

Personally, I think the bravest thing I’ve ever done was making the decision to become a parent.

Suddenly morphing into the person a helpless little being relies upon for everything in this world takes every ounce of bravery you can muster because, all at once, you’re the grown-up, the decision maker, the world’s foremost authority in everything.

In my experience, being a parent takes every drop of love you have within your heart, it takes every ounce of strength – both mental and moral – and it takes facing fears you never dreamed would become part of your existence every day, every moment, and every beat of your heart.

Was I afraid of becoming a parent? Absolutely!

Did I face that fear head-on? Absolutely!

Was it worth the effort? Absolutely!

Being a parent is the bravest thing I ever undertook.

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