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.

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
Nelson Mandela

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!

Our little family.

Being a parent is the bravest thing I ever undertook.

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Read more about Bloganuary here.

Author: Clare

Ever-expanding one star at a time, my cosmos is a galaxy of thoughts and creativity where you can find poetry, short stories, photography and so much more.

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