“but what if something happens?” the little girl inside of her asked. her eyes were round with fear and a crinkle of worry ran along her brow. the spirit of wisdom, also inside of her, looked at the little girl and smiled. “what do you mean, my darling?” she asked.
the little girl’s eyes filled with tears and she repeated, “what if something happens? something bad? how do i know that something bad won’t happen?” the tears spilled down her cheeks and the little girl began to cry.
before speaking, before even forming a response, widsom reached out her arms and held the little girl close. she felt each sob, felt each thud of the little girl’s racing heartbeat. together they sank down and knelt onto the ground, the little girl crying and wisdom rocking her, back and forth. and wisdom knew: the little girl’s fear was so very real. and the little girl was right – something bad could happen. instead of giving an answer, wisdom asked the girl another question. “tell me – why are you afraid?”
the little girl pulled back and paused, wiping her hand across her runny nose. “because,” she said, “because something bad could happen. it already has and it could happen again.” you see, this little girl had already known loss and pain. her innocent world had been shattered by grief and, having been through it once, she was learning how to expect the worst. “at any moment, something bad could happen again. couldn’t it?” the little girl looked hard at the spirit of wisdom, trying to read her face for an answer. for reassurance.
wisdom reached out again and took the girl’s hands, squeezing them tight. “and, my darling, what if that bad thing did happen?” the little girl shook her head, and, expecting to be reassured was confused by the question. widsom continued, “do you know that deep inside of you lies a strength that can survive any challenge?”
nobody had ever asked her a question like this and the little girl felt overcome with emotion. she clenched her eyes shut and, bringing her fists down hard on the ground, she opened her mouth and screamed. she screamed for the pain and for the fear and for the strength she knew she had inside.
and in that moment wisdom could look into that little girl’s heart and see her, standing as strong as a mountain through the seasons of her life. through the blooming and dying and loving and losing. in answer to the uncertainty and fear the little girl would present her strength, time and time again. and as she would grow in her strength, so too would she grow firm in the knowledge that she could face “something bad.” she could face whatever came her way.
as she stopped screaming the little girl looked up to see that wisdom was standing above, reaching down her hand. instinctively she reached out and took hold, feeling the strength in wisdom’s grasp. the two came to stand side-by-side – the little girl and the spirit of wisdom. for a moment they were bathed in a calming, golden light.
and they continued walking out into the unknown, ever-present to one another in every step.