I have been told upon occasion that I’m “brave”. Not because I do brave things like bungee jump or throw myself out of airplanes (skydiving), and those are, indeed, brave things to do. I just don’t do them. No, dear reader, I’ve been called brave for simply existing. Which has always puzzled me, but there you go. I guess I’m brave because I continue to be. There are a lot of us brave people out there. Bravery doesn’t require someone to actively seek dangerous situations and laugh in the face of death. No, sometimes, people are courageous just for getting out of bed in the morning and facing the day. Because as someone, somewhere once said, Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear. My fear, I suppose is that life in general is kinda hard with all of my ailments and maladies and difficult to deal with And there are days, many days when it would be so much easier to just stay in bed and read all day instead of getting up and feeding the animals and doing what little chores my body allows me to do. Is it bravery? Is it courage? I dunno. To me, it’s just life.
To tell y’all the truth, no one really calls me brave anymore. That label was placed on me when I was a single mom with many jobs just trying to make her way in the world. But even then I didn’t consider myself brave. I was one of thousands of single parents in the world simply doing what she had to do to see that her kids got fed, clothed, and sheltered. I didn’t think that any boldness was involved other than the courage to live life one day at a time. If that made me brave, well then there were, are, and always will be a lot of courageous parents in this beautiful world of ours. Because when one has children, well you just do what you have to do. You know? It’s not courage, it’s responsibility. That’s always been my take on it anyway. I mean, it’s what gets me out of bed these days. I have mouths to feed. They may not be children of my loins, but they rely on me as much as my biological children ever did. And no one is going to do my few chores for me. So yeah, it’s not bravery that makes me face the day, but responsibility. Other beings depend on me to do things, and so I do them.