My oldest daughter tested for her Red Belt tonight. She passed with flying colors… color. One color. Red.
Each success, each of her accomplishments makes me prouder than the one before. I know how hard it can be to keep topping yourself, but she keeps reaching and reaching. And she always finds a purchase, something to grasp.
She will fall. She has before. She recovers, tries anew, gets clever and gets tough.
And then she puts on a new belt. Not to symbolize the challenges she’s overcome, but the new ones she’s now excited to face.