Here’s an image of my brave girl for her to put in her room.
Edited to add a little backstory: When she first started school in Australia, my daughter cried a lot. I reminded her that she’s brave and she said if she were brave she wouldn’t be crying. But it’s the doing of the scary things that makes us brave, not the holding back of the tears.
Here’s something to ponder: What would I be doing in a Middle-Aged and Brave picture?