Zoe raced around the playground eagerly going from the slide to the swings and back to the slide again. She climbed the ladder, braved the bridge, hung on for dear life to the monkey bars and did it all again. Then it happened. Zoe was swinging on her tummy on one of the swings and she scraped her hand on the rubber surface beneath her. I could tell that it hurt but it wasn't bleeding and it didn't require medical attention. I didn't rush to her side but rather watched to see how she would handle it. Her little eyes welled up just a little then she kissed her hand.
Why, you ask. The answer is simple. In the past when she has fallen down or gotten a boo boo I would lean down place a kiss on her owie and tell her, "All better." I had taught my daughter that a kiss has the power to take away the pain.
Zoe made the right choice. She didn't let the pain come in the way of what she loved to do. She used the most powerful thing she knew and then she kept right on going. I am proud of my little girl. She is my inspiration. I will not let pain that comes my way hold me back from making the most of this adventure I like to call my life.
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