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A Brave and Wilder Love

"grief heals us, even though everyone wishes you would hurry it up and be okay already. Our tears baptize us, wash us, hydrate the ground at our feet, where we might now be able to let some amazing new plants grow." —anne lamott

Are you going to be Brave?

"Are you going to be brave and slide down the slide?"

"Are you going to be brave?"

I don’t know this woman. 

She is standing at the slides where Wilder and I sit waiting to go down. We are at the park across the street from our house. I have never seen this woman before. She has stopped watching her grandchildren and walked over to ask Wilder this question, 

"Are you going to be brave and slide down the slide?"

"Are you going to be brave?"

She has asked him 5 times now and Wilder is seemingly unmoved as he shifts his weight back and forth saying “ready, set, go” which is his normal ritual at the slides. 

I am grateful to hear Brave’s name. Grateful to have Wilder hear Brave’s name. 

He must have taken too long to slide and she walks away, leaving Wilder and I there alone. 

I turn to Wilder kiss his forehead and I say, “Brave loves you Wilder, and you don’t ever have to be Brave, you only have to be Wilder.”