by Julie Lavender @JLavenderWrites
When my six-year-old grandson Benaiah visits, we always find new adventures. The older he gets, however, the riskier his adventures become.
During Hurricane Helene, a large oak tree fell across our small stream. Benaiah decided we should walk across the fallen tree. Now, I’m all for adventure, and the tree was really only about five feet above the ground. And the stream? Well, it was only about a foot wide and two inches deep.
I told him I’d just walk beside him—with my feet on the ground.
On his first trek across the tree, Benaiah wanted to hold my hand. He crept across, one foot in front of the other. When he got to the other side, he turned around carefully and walked back across.
The next time? He wanted to cross without holding my hand, but still needed me to walk next to him on the ground.
