No Fear

I love this picture of Brady

riding his pony....

teeth clinched,

leaning back,

and rocking for all he's worth.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all go back to that mind-set in life and

RIDE with NO FEAR......

Somehow as age grabs our mind along with our hearts,

it too steals our willingness to give life all we've got....

knowing that yes we might fail,

but boy... we might succeed.

The fear of failure has often stopped me from attempting things I would have really liked to have tried. But, thinking that someone might feel as though I looked ridiculous or thinking that the hurt feelings of someone telling me that I wasn't very good at it.....

somehow seemed to take precedence over my attempt at greatness.

I've often heard the story of how many zillion times Abraham Lincoln failed...

yet somehow he had the character to continue..

WOW what we would have missed if he hadn't..

So, as I look at this picture of Brady

riding with NO FEAR...

I too want to grab hold of that thrill and believe in myself

knowing that if for some reason I fall off

then all I have to do is climb back up again..

Maybe today we should learn from our children instead of teaching them what life has wrongly taught us..

Wow.. Time FLEW

Where has the time gone.. Not just the time since I last wrote on this blog (sorry about that by the way).... but the time since my one and only little girl was little. This weekend she tried out for Varsity cheerleader at her (way too big for me) school. *and made it (#12) She is going to be a junior next year and I know it sounds so corny to say... but it's true... "I just can't believe it."

I remember so clearly the day she was born. He brother (who was 3 1/2) wanted to know where her wienie was.. hahaha That still makes me laugh to this day. Maybe Brent knew something all along that we took a while to notice. My little girl has got to be the toughest gal I have come across in a long time. Not the big giant physically tough like you first think of, but the mental, emotional... got it all together tough. The kind it took me 40 years to gain. I am amazed at her almost on a daily basis. She has never been one to care much about what people think, or what they do. She has always had her mind set on what she thinks is right and by golly... that is what she sticks too. Now I can tell you that has caused her a fair share of trouble, but now in her teenage years I can tell you that it has brought me great joy. As I watch her turn into a woman... I tag along for the ride and look on with pride. Somehow in the midst of a million messes she has made magic of her life... I continue to thank God for letting me be her mother, and I remind her every day (even when we fuss) that "IF I lined up all the girls in the world.. I'd pick You!!)