14/04/2026
STORYTIME WITH KATY
The other day I was about to walk down some outdoor steps at my local shopping centre. It was an open-rise staircase, the kind with no vertical panels to close the gaps between the steps. In front of me was a child, only one or two steps down. At first glance I thought she was injured, but as I kept watching I realised she wasn’t moving slow because she was hurt, she was moving slow because she was scared.
Both her little hands gripping the handrail, she was tentatively hovering a shaking foot out in front of her to find the next step. The trailing foot would then quickly find its partner for a moment of safety together before the next shaky reach. She was the epitome of one step at a time.
As her father and sibling quickly reached the bottom of the stairs, he called back “what’s wrong?!”, Mum, who was patiently waiting halfway down replied, “she’s scared of the see-through steps”.
I watched in awe as this child made her way down the staircase, wobbly, and white-knuckled all the way. When she finally made it to the bottom, her shoulders dropped and she shook out her hands and arms as if to rid her body of the last traces of adrenaline, I could hear the relieved sigh.
I began to move down. “Sorry!” Mum mouthed to me as I started my descent. “Totally fine”, I replied just in time to meet them both on the ground. I smiled at the little girl and said, “I want you to know, the next time I’m have to do something that I’m really scared of doing I’m going to think of you!” She looked perplexed. “Yep!”, I reiterated “I just watched you do something really scary for you and you just, did it! One step at a time, you were afraid and you did it. I hope I’m as brave as you when it’s my turn to be scared!”
I got a little smile from her, a big smile from Mum and an even bigger reminder that courage doesn’t often feel big or strong or heroic. Courage means fear is right here on us, and we’re doing it anyway. One tiny, tentative step at a time.
🤍K