Saturday was spent at a local park. Scooby zeroed in on the creek, and before I knew what was happening, he had climbed out to the center. Perched precariously on a partially sunken log. My heart racing, I urged him to return to the bank. To where it was safe. No mom, it’s fine. I can see the current out here. Fearless. I journaled about his fear-issues (or lack thereof) four years ago. Funny how things haven’t changed much since. “when my three year old encounters water i am reminded of just how fearless he truly is. such confidence, that, as he careens down the slide into the pool with his mouth and eyes wide open in glee, there will always be someone nearby to drag him back to the surface. and it’s not just in the pool – he embraces new experiences with calm assurance and confidence. flying is another example – Papa keeps a private plane for his business and personal use, and Scooby has been his trusty co-pilot (and proud of it) since he was six months old. now old enough to ride in the cockpit, and wise enough to understand that he musn’t touch or kick the controls (how many three year old boys can resist a wall full of dials and knobs, I ask you?) he handles what many adults are terrified to experience with grace, peace, and absolute confidence in his pilot.” Oh, but that we all could live with such a lack of fear, without anxiety and, with absolute confidence in our Pilot.