"Mother. This is a serious question. What if I'm a musketeer and I have two horses. How do I get to town?"
"That is easy," I tell her. "You ride on one horse and you tether the other one to the horse you're riding on.
"I don't want to be a musketeer anymore," she answers me. "It's too hard. What if I cut myself with my sword?"
That seems like a legitimate concern.
"That is why you practice. Most things are hard at the beginning. Do you think being an artist, a farmer, and a biologist (her other chosen professions) is easy?"
"My friends will laugh at me. I'll be the silliest musketeer ever!"
I set her on my lap, my silly musketeer with the serious concerns, and we snuggle for awhile. I tell her she has time to think about it. All the time in the world.
3 comments:
Wiping the tears, sweet sweet story, her and you!
Tell her she'll have three other musketeers to work with who will have her back, plus two more internationally. The Six (Cousin) Musketeers! It works, I think.
how precious is that? I love seeing the world through our children's eye.. they have such a pure perspective
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