It’s Time To Be Brave

She was volunteering as a classroom mom on the day when the reptiles came to visit.  The reptologist brought her up front for the demonstration, and he put a boa constrictor around her neck.  The boa’s name was Mrs. Pretzel.

As I listened to the story, her daughter said, “Mom, I remember thinking you were so cool.  You just took this snake on your shoulders.  You were so brave.  You didn’t seem afraid at all.”

“Well, I couldn’t be afraid.  Not in front of all those children.  It was time to be brave.”  Even as she remembered, she stood stock still, unflinching, as if Mrs. Pretzel were nearby, waiting to wrap around her neck.

Later in the same conversation, she asked me if I worry about the boys, about the things they’ll try and the risks they’ll take.

“I feel much like you felt about Mrs. Pretzel.  I can’t be afraid.  It’s time to be brave.”

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One thought on “It’s Time To Be Brave

  1. Mrs. Pretzel!!! I love it!
    I remember having a similar moment when I knew “I must do this and I must do it without hesitation, flinching, shuddering, fainting, or running out the door screaming. There is no other choice. I’ve got to be cool about it.” My nephew had some kind of “squeeze snake” as my little son termed it and he (the nephew) asked, “Wanta hold her?” Gulp. Sure! It was smooth and warm. But I’m glad it’s over.

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