She didn’t think she could do it.
In fact, my husband offered to pay her fifty dollars if she would.
For years, she refused.
Then one day, she climbed up the ladder and my third grade, heights-fearing daughter slid down our backyard curly-slide.
Turns out, she could do it. She just allowed fear to tell her she couldn’t.
So it got me thinking . . . How many other ways has she limited herself simply out of fear?
Please join me over at the Whatever Girls (click here) to read the rest of this two-part series . . .