One of my favorite girls in the whole wide world is Maggie Lawrence. She is my nine year old niece. When she was not even three I found my self near the top of a very elaborate, very tall playground structure with her. She led us up, up, and up.
Suddenly she paused for a moment and looked back at me.
"Phew, this is very high, Maggie!"
With her classic straight face and steady stare she replied, "Mm-hm," and paused for a second, two, three...
Not even a half a beat later, she abruptly moved on to the swinging rope bridge that we would traverse to the next tower. Fears relieved; confidence regained.
As we continued, though, I heard a little voice saying quietly to herself, "Baaaaaalance, baaaaaaaalance," until we reached the other side.
I hear Maggie's sweet, childlike self-talk in my head these days as I take my next steps, "Baaaaaalance, baaaaaaaalance." The next tower is in sight.