I found this T-shirt for Riley while I was in Philly. She's wearing it today, her first day of music camp. The last month of school, a girl on the playground walked up to Riley and informed her that "people" were calling her cry baby.
We had a lengthy discussion about how, if those same people were living in a body with her neurological system, they'd probably cry a lot more than she does. We've been reinforcing that bravery doesn't mean not being scared, or never crying.
This shirt speaks to that, and I also loved it because her lovey is a Chickie.
I bet you know a brave chick or two. I know a lot of them.