During the third hour of sitting in the chair, I reached over to my daughter and just put my hand on her leg. She was laid back in the orthodontist’s chair. Today was the day she was getting her braces on after 4 years of pre-orthodontia care. She was excited and nervous and wanted me to sit next to her as she endured this long procedure. She oftentimes had four hands in and around her mouth accompanied by suction straws, cotton, and other instruments. Brave. Right here.
I know she was getting tired at this point and she was growing weary. I could tell it was taking longer than it should have. A tear silently spilled over and ran down toward her ear. I prayed silently for her and for the doctor and then said out loud, “You’re doing good honey. Be brave.” My reaction was that I also wanted to take away her frustration and weariness and pain. I wrestled with that. Did I really want to take it away? How do we learn these lessons? Sometimes, we just have to walk through the pain. That’s one of the many things that makes us brave. I want to encourage my children to be brave, enduring what we think we cannot. Doing the hard things in life. Not quitting. Facing our fears. Being adventurous. For her, this is one act of bravery. Her brave looks different than my brave. That’s okay. It’s as it should be.
She motivated me that day. She inspired me through her bravery that, I too, can do what I think I cannot do. I CAN share my stories with others. To share stories of hope, love, joy, and pain that make us brave.
Was I born to be brave? I think we all are.