He was watching me stand in anguished contemplation, just like Id seen my father do, and now when I looked up at Noah I knew what he was feelinghe wished he wasnt afraid, that he was as gung-ho as his dad, and the disconnect made the fear even more aggravating, twisting him around into a tailspin. At the same time, I was seeing Noah from my fathers point of viewits a golden moment for my son, so well take it; the fear is a minor detail.As parents, we often dance the line between fueling our kids' love of something and making them detest it completely. The answers of when to push them forward and when to let them accept defeat never come easy. Read the full post at Outside Online
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