Fear

I've completed two operational tours of Afghanistan, ridden countless slightly mad horses, been sky diving and moved to a third world African country with my husband.  Nothing has put more fear into me than our eight month old baby and a set of concrete steps that are, for reasons I just don't understand, the most exciting and interesting thing he can find.  Time and time again, they are there to be conquered, and whatever you thought you were doing, stops, to hover.  Overly concerned?  Yesterday there was a backwards roll down to the bottom step, thankfully landing on some washing there to soften the blow.  There have been more tears and wobbly legs as they are negotiated, as if trying to reach the summit of a mountain. On a positive, he has tenacity and courage! 

More rain today and it's lovely and cool (a balmy 25 degrees this evening).