She is two years old and gripping her mom’s hand tightly.

And at the same time an interesting and intriguing sight looms ahead.

Oh, sweetie pie,

It’s a big world out there, but you are going to have to let go of your mom’s hand if you want to see it.

There is intrigue in her eyes.
The debate looms large.

Which will it be?

The comfort of mom’s hand or the adventure of the unknown.

Which will it be?

I ask myself this same question every day.

And every day I am afraid.

And some days I let go of the hand that holds me and some days I cling.

The unknown beacons.

What will you do sweet one?

Which will you choose?