A blurb about courage — written for me and anyone who ever felt afraid to try.
My six year old woke at the crack of dawn to get dressed for school. Put on his nicest kaki pants and polo then slapped on some suspenders and a bowtie. We slicked his hair into an obnoxious comb-over. All that was left was to put on his mustache, a fuzzy old thing we dug up from the costume bin.
It was Dress Like a Teacher Day at the elementary school and my kindergartner had planned a week in advance what he would wear. Now that the day had finally arrived he ran to the mirror to look himself over — and his little face fell. “What if people laugh at me?” he asked with a pout. “What if they think I’m just wearing church clothes?” And worst of all,” What if my mustache falls off?”
My six year old woke at the crack of dawn to get dressed for school. Put on his nicest kaki pants and polo then slapped on some suspenders and a bowtie. We slicked his hair into an obnoxious comb-over. All that was left was to put on his mustache, a fuzzy old thing we dug up from the costume bin.
It was Dress Like a Teacher Day at the elementary school and my kindergartner had planned a week in advance what he would wear. Now that the day had finally arrived he ran to the mirror to look himself over — and his little face fell. “What if people laugh at me?” he asked with a pout. “What if they think I’m just wearing church clothes?” And worst of all,” What if my mustache falls off?”