I was always convinced that my son had been born without the fear gene. Then in France, I saw his delight at the thought of swinging off this rope but I also saw a flicker of being a little bit scared (something I have never seen before in him).
It took a bit of gentle persuading to have a go. He had that look on his face like 'I know I really want a go and I can't actually leave here until I have had a go but this is scary!'.
So he negotiated the incredibly slippery mud on the bank with the help of my friend, Louise, who also lifted him up as he could not reach the rope. I filmed and photographed his bravery - well you can't go too near yucky mud with a camera can you! Anyone on the mud slipped over like Scooby Doo antics - very funny from a distance!
Whoosh! His face was a picture when he finally surfaced from under the water. We have just watched the video clips back again and again - we smiled and laughed. I could tell he was really proud of himself. Hugging each other I remember the little flicker of fear on his face as I told him I was really proud of him and that he was so brave to overcome it. Challenging ourselves daily I am sure is good for the soul. It helps us draw on our bravery when times are tricky and can provide us with fab memories to laugh at. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .......