Then I went to a resale and saw a small, plastic backyard slide. I bought it without thinking twice (or knowing how I was going to get it into the car). My kid was NOT pleased when I showed it to her. She said something along the lines of "I don't want that. Take it back" but I'm pretty sure she was thinking "Gee thanks mom. Bring the thing I'm terrified of and embarrassed about into my backyard. Awesome."
But I know my girl. And I know that when she's unsure of something she needs to study it. To work out the problem. To figure it out. To do it herself. She's been that way since birth. So I sat her down and told her this:
"The slide I bought you is a practice slide. It's so that you can get really good at sliding before we go to the park. You can work on your sliding skills at home all by yourself. Then when you're ready we'll try out a slide at the park. But we'll go when there aren't any other kids there. You can do it all yourself. I'll only help you if you ask me."
Then I left her alone outside with the slide. A little while later she asked me to hold her hand while she went down. And by the end of that day this was happening:
|The Dude (aka Sir Edmond Hillary) is decidedly NOT afraid of slides. Or of climbing anything, OMFG.|
|I would also like to point out that she was left alone to dress herself that day as well.|
|And once again we see Sir Edmond trying to climb something, OMFG.|
|Especially not when she has her brother and her friend with her.|
Twisty slide. Conquered:
|The dude would also like to conquer this slide, OMFG.|
|The slide was so fast her ears were knocked askew.|
"That wasn't scary that was fun!"
And after a few more times down it she said the best thing of all:
"I'm not afraid of ANYTHING!"
|I would have guessed that based solely on her fashion choices.|