Another Friday has arrived - this one is jam-packed with VBC, doctor appointments, and lots of running, but it wouldn't be Friday without writing for five minutes. 

Wanna join in the free writing Friday? All you have to do is write on the topic from Gypsy Mama for five minutes, then that's it- no editing, or worrying about perfection.  Give it shot - and let me know so I can read your five minutes.



Risk:

"Listen well - I'll be back when it's over to pick you up."  Those are words I heard tons growing up. And those are the words that came out of my mouth for the first time this week. One of those moments when you realize you are the adult - the adult in charge of another person. Plus you are letting go of your responsibility, even for just a few hours, while this person learns the rules of a group.

Yep that is part of the process, holding on tight, teaching expectations, then stepping back to see if it work. Then stepping back in and doing it again. Until you don't have to...

The risk of not being the only one to guide his steps, even if just for a few hours right now - I won't be there to remind him to share - I won't be there to help wipe off his nose - I won't be there to smile and encourage. And that is how it is supposed to be.

I know that as I walk away.

My head does.

My heart is thinking of the risk I'm taking by not being there. The what-ifs of the world sneak in. Those nasty little worries! Why do they have to weasel their way into this precious time? I need to be excited - this risk is worth it. This risk builds character and independence. Nope no more worries and what-ifs.

Deep breath - relax in the warmth of the sun - and know this is life. Taking the risk. Allowing that little person to try without you. This is the only way to get to the path we are called to. It's the first step that can be so risky, earth shattering even. That unknown world that looms in front of us.

I can trust His love to hold my not-so-little guy's hand now.

Remembering I get to step back in after a few short hours.