Bravery

Bravery

While Eisley was in the hospital, I was told I was brave. After Eisley passed away, I was told I was brave.

I can tell you this – I did not feel brave during either of those times. There were many other things I felt, but bravery was not one of those feelings. I’ve thought about it a lot since that time and I align with the quote in the image above, it isn’t about the absence of fear. It isn’t about this overwhelming sense of courage. It’s about forging ahead despite those ever-present feelings of fear.

For some, being brave means:

  • getting out of bed the next morning.
  • showing up at the polls to vote.
  • burying your child.
  • burying your spouse.
  • burying your parent.
  • getting a double mastectomy.
  • fighting to get services for your special needs child, even when the fight is so daunting.
  • trying to get pregnant after a miscarriage or the loss of a child.
  • leaving everything you’ve ever known to join your new family.
  • adopting a child.
  • walking into that hospital room every single morning.
  • walking into that office every single morning.
  • standing up against a bully.
  • calling your senators or representatives.
  • moving to a foreign country to bring home your children.
  • starting a nonprofit to help those in need.
  • being okay with major life change.
  • believing differently than your friends or family.
  • serving your country.
  • battling out-of-control wildfires.
  • standing up for the marginalized.
  • seeking help.
  • being a stay-at-home mom.
  • being a working mom.
  • giving up security to chase your dream.
  • being different from those around you.
  • rebuilding after every thing around you has crumbled.
  • loving others, especially those who are hard to love.

What is your brave?

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