Jump, But Only When Ready
She watched him holding his hands out to her as he wavered on the top of the tree stump. He wanted to jump. He’d seen his brother jump. Although younger, he was tempted and yet too afraid to take the plunge to the forest floor below. That two-foot-high tree stump looks a lot higher when you are three years old.
His older brother was urging him on, teasing him to jump, just as he had done himself, and yet the smaller child wavered. Tiny white-knuckled fists gripped his mother’s fingers tightly, …