Braveness

A journal prompt: The bravest person you know.
I have been a few weeks thinking about this. It suddenly occurred to me that my DD (and her husband) is the bravest person I know. I come to this conclusion as I was thinking about DJ, her son. He was born with cleft pallet. That condition frightened me to death. But not her. She brought him home, and so bravely took care of the extreme needs for him. I was always frightened he would choke, and he did, but she handled it while I would start hollering and running to her with him if I was holding him. She had to take him to the city for operations... what could be more scary than taking you child in for major surgeries? Not once but several times! As he grew and became a typical boy, he scared me with his climbing, and riding of things, and other typical boy behaviors. His mother took it in stride, with out seemingly to be affected by this. She never seem to let it get her down. He broke bones, she was fine with that. He was never supposed to be hit in the face with balls and such, but she allowed him to play sports when he wanted to and never over reacted to the chances he took. I was always worried and frightened for him, she bravely raised him to adulthood with ease. She is the most bravest person I know!