Just Chicken It Out

I took my chickies to the feed store yesterday to "chick" out the spring chicks.

I love how each of them responded from the experience so differently.

When we walked in, Quincy walked up to the bins and gasped as if she were meeting up with a gaggle of old pals.
"Hey Girls!" she said to them, then to me, "the chickies are girls, right mom?"

Is that just the happiest look you've ever seen?! Darling.

I'm sure Corbin was completely confused when we kept saying "chickens", as he understands "chicken" to mean the dinosaur shaped food that we offer up on a plastic IKEA plate.

He might have plucked some feathers and poked an eye or two.

Reese took a little longer to warm up to the tiny, noisy, pooping, creatures that move and wiggle unpredictably.

Reese is such a natural caregiver and loves animals. She even says she wants to be a veterinarian when she grows up.

Reese was also born with a very real fear when it comes to actually touching animals.

She wanted to do it. I knew she could do it. So we waited until she was ready.

How often do we, as adults, face one of our fears head on?

I'm talking about a real fear. One that makes us literally shake.

Usually never, well, unless we are forced to, right? Most of us run the other way, accept that whatever intimidates us "is just not our thing", and move on without looking back.

She waited. She watched. She asked questions.

Then she took a deep breath,

and I was really quite proud of her when this moment finally arrived.

She is amazing.

We can do hard things.

We will be back to the feed store soon!