Tough little kids.

I saw a little girl in her nice dress, maybe 4 or 5 years old, take a huge spill in a gravel parking lot. Face. Forward. Fall. The other preschoolers were sprinkled around the grassy area, with the teacher a ways off.

I waited for the screaming, and for the teacher to scurry over and console her.

In an instant she had stood up. No fuss, no tears. No teacher interference necessary.

I love these tough kids. What environment has fostered within her a feeling of being okay. I’m sure the fall hurt a bit, but it didn’t seem to bother her.

Metaphorically, would I do the same thing? Do I brush off and move on after my own tumbles? Sometimes, but not always. Sometimes I throw a fit as she could have done.

How about you?

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