The two little tow heads bobbed around the barn enough to make their mothers aware of their wanderings. “Let’s go to the steps!” commands the four-year-old. The two-year-old nods obligingly. She is happy to follow her cousin around. They climb up and down again and again the steps used by shorter folks to mount a horse. Barn dirt is now sticking to the nose of the two-year-old. “Let’s jump off the steps!” another command shouted from the four-year-old. She jumps first with the littler one close behind her. This one teeters on the edge unsure of the result of jumping. “Go!” encourages the older one. This is when I turned around and gave my obligatory, “Be careful.” “I’ll help her!” the four-year-old says as she grabs the little ones legs and ‘helps’ her jump. Thump! The little one lands on her rump and says, “Ow!” with a frown. “You aren’t supposed to help someone jump,” I say, “People have to jump off themselves!” “No, Mom,” she replies a little too confident, “She’s just not ready for the top step.”
I wasn’t counting on a reflective moment there in that dusty barn, but my little one and my niece gave me one. Working out in my mind how to make this blog work is a jump for me. I write mostly curriculum on a contract basis. I love creative writing, but I need some discipline. I don’t know if I’m ready for the top step, but I am jumping. I might land on my rump, but that is a risk I am willing to take.
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