something about trust...
To say that the boy is fearless would be a lie. At times, you can see it clearly, stretched tight across his face, in the hollowness of his widened eyes, feel it in the tightness of his posture. Sometimes life is a little too, well... "too": Too high. Too fast. Too strange. Too out of his control. But who among us, we who have collected enough years to be called adult, couldn't admit the same fears? And, oh the load that adult understanding adds to the weight of those fears.
So, fearless would be the wrong choice of words. But he certainly fears less than most. Watching him at the fair on Tuesday night, you couldn't help notice that he was begging to go on rides designed for kids much taller than he. You could help notice he was the smallest kid in line. Many of them required Daddy to ride with him. And he loved them. The drops. The turns. The up, down, and round and round. Not so much the spinning, though. It was the one ride where he couldn't quite find purchase. Where he couldn't slide up under Daddy's arm, grip tight to Daddy's leg, or lean into Daddy's side. Maybe it wasn't so much about fear. Maybe it had something to do with trust...
{ photos here }
My Ecosystem Details
