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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