As his mom, I encouraged from his side and from the ground. I tried placing my hands under his feet to show him he was safe. But this was something he would have to acheive on his own. So, weeks and months went by. The original excitement of arriving at the park always turning into disappointment from having to turn around and go back down the steps.
And then one day, like I knew it would, he found the bravery. And he cheered himself on as he strutted across the terrifying bridge. He did it 8 times in a row, each time shouting, "Mom, look at me! I'm doing it!" I couldn't have been more proud. He was young, I know. But I so badly wanted that accomplishment for him, and he earned it all on his own.
Now look at my kid.