Is there such a thing as too MUCH confidence?

When you were a child, did you like to take risks? You know - leap from tall buildings to see if you could fly... perform a 'death drop' from the school monkey bars... leap from the rock shelf at the beach into the incoming waves... 

did you?

My daughter is not generally a risk-taker. She tends to trip over her own feet. A lot. Its all she can do to keep upright at the best of times. She will often trip over and hit with the floor with such a thud that I swear I must have left a banana skin lying around. But no, she's tripped "over the floorboards, mum!"

Earlier this year, I enrolled Fern into Kinder-gymnastics. Turns out the be the best thing I ever did for her. The girl who cannot walk without tripping over can now walk along a balance beam a metre above the floor holding onto just one finger! She climbs and sommersaults and jumps and leaps with gusto while I watch on with muchos-mummy-pride. Gymnastics has given my daughter confidence. And she just plain loves it. So do I -- I'm secretly looking into adults classes!

But is there such a thing as too MUCH confidence? Since when did my bedhead become a launching pad and the matress a foam-pit? I have the emergency ward on speed dial. Just in case.