Saturday we went to a local water park with some friends, and Riley impressed me (OK, and scared me a little) with her courage. She jumped off the high dive. My knees were quivering, but I didn’t want my anxiety to make her afraid, so I kept it to myself. (Her friend had already done it (and even off the first platform, and Riley decided she wanted to try.)
She climbed up the first time, got about halfway down the board, then turned around and backed down the ladder. The second time, she jumped into water – all 15 feet of it. And the third climb was also a success. She tried a fourth time but decided the board was too “wiggly” and came back down.
“What were you thinking, letting her do that?!”
“She is fine! Nothing happened, and she can swim now! Isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, but what if she’d slipped? What if she’d fallen?”
“She didn’t. She had fun, and she’s not a scaredy-cat like me. Stop.”
Finally, I just said a prayer, thanking God for keeping her safe and for her courage. And I was able to sleep. 🙂