My daughter taught me a vital lesson about trust when she was four years old. I used to travel a lot for work, and when I would come home exhausted from a week on the road, she would run up to me and shout “Daddy, Daddy, twirl me.”
I would grab hold of her little wrists being careful to not jerk them, and rotate backward lifting her off the ground. She would laugh and giggle as I rotated her around for 15 seconds, then when I set her down, she would always say “Again!”
So I would pick her up and do it all over. The lesson she taught me is that of all the times I twirled her, I hardly ever dropped her.
Because she was trusting me with her life, I was compelled to rise to that level of trustworthiness and protect her.
The lesson she taught me…
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