The kid watches a few different shows that have become her favourites and some I definitely prefer over others.

When I was doing my Christmas shopping and I had to pick out something from Grandpa Joe for the kid. (Yeah, she has her Daddy Joe, Grandpa Joe and Great-Grandpa Joe. I have a cousin that refuses to call my husband Joe because that’s my Dad’s name and his Dad’s name). I was looking at the Dora dolls because the kid loves her even if I don’t, but then I saw the Doc McStuffins doll. She talks, she came with Lambie and some of her instruments. If I was going to have a talking doll in the house, I wanted it to be Doc, not Dora.

One of the reasons I like Doc so much was demonstrated this morning when we watched an episode where Stuffy the dragon crashed into a bush and got covered in burrs. They fixed him up, but he was scared to rejoin the game because he didn’t want to get hurt again.

This gave me the opportunity to remind my kid that over the past year she has pushed herself a lot, and I have been so proud to watch her. I watched her go from not letting go of Daddy’s hands in her skating lessons to falling down and getting up on her own. I watched her try and scale a board at the park and not be able to do it, and then I saw her go back and try, and try again until she reached the top.

I watched her try and get herself onto the swing and fall on her face – literally – and ask to go back later in the day and try it again.

I watched her go from being scared of this thing to making her way across it:

Seriously, what do you call that?
Seriously, what do you call that?

Every time I have been so excited for her and told her how proud I was. The reason I am so proud is because I often feel like she’s developing a skill that I’ve lost.

A couple of years ago I went out to a roller derby open house. I was excited and proud that I actually tried, and totally terrified at the same time. I was fine until I got on the skates. I had never been in roller skates before, I’m not good at ice skating, and try as I might I can’t seem to get over my fear of falling. I don’t know why I’m so scared, I don’t know what I think is going to happen, but this fear of losing control or getting hurt sits there and prevents me from doing things.

I don’t know when I lost what I’m watching my daughter develop, but right now I’m focused on pushing her a little bit and then a little bit more so she won’t have to be afraid when she’s older because she will know how capable she is.

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