There's something just incredible about watching your previously-jittery daughter start overcoming those fears, one by one.
She used to be terrified of my grandfather; he's not amazing with small kids, he's 92, and she only sees him once every few months, so she never really has a chance to get used to him. But this past weekend when we had breakfast with him, even though I could tell she felt shy, she warmed up and sang him a few songs, and even let him hug her goodbye.
And then there was the dinosaur section of the museum. She loves dinosaurs, in theory, but used to beg me to carry her through large parts of the dinosaur bit. It was dimly lit in places, maybe the fossils themselves scared her, I'm not sure. For our last few visits, she asked to skip the dinos entirely, which was fine with my biceps. But yesterday she wanted to go in, and she just walked through like she'd never been afraid of the place.
She snapped some excellent photos, even of the giant, proto-pig that used to terrify her. Ice Age mammals are freaky, no doubt, but she looked him, oinked a bit, and took his picture. And just like that, it was as if she had never been afraid. I love it.
|Blurry, I know, but this is the dreaded Ice Age pig relative. Freaky.|