Brave - Five Minute Friday

I was brave this weekend because every single thing I did was something I’d never done before. I was a first-time mother of the groom. That’s why I’m writing today instead of Friday; it took me this long to have five minutes to sit still and write.

I tell my children that being brave doesn’t mean not being scared. It means doing the right thing even when you’re scared. I was scared a lot this weekend, but it all turned out well. I’m still quite scattered, unpacking, etc., but I kept thinking about things that are brave, so I’ve listed them. (Just so you know, they didn't all happen this weekend.)

going to your first dance

dancing

hosting a party

getting married

complimenting a stranger

caring for an infant

finishing the course

going to college

getting a job

living on a budget

smiling when you don’t feel like it

eating strange food

taking yucky medicine

accepting failure

getting out of bed

swimming in dark water

driving to the airport

holding a hand

waiting

staying quiet

listening

admitting your mistake

loving