“It is hard to be brave,” said Piglet, sniffing slightly, “when you’re only a Very Small Animal.”

Very small, 5 foot 100 pound animals admit it’s hard to be brave. That’s why they shrink when they’re not introduced to a stranger, why they slink out the back door to escape a crowd, why they poof up their hair and wear tennis shoes with thick soles, why they watch and not play a basketball game, why they pull out step stools after company leaves.

This very small animal diminishes daily. I’ve never felt smaller. And I’m as tall as I’ve ever been. “Why?” said Piglet. Maybe it’s because there isn’t a Pooh Bear alongside me to say, “It is because you are a very small animal that you will be Useful in the adventure before us.” A Pooh Bear who makes me feel as tall as he, whose hand in mine makes me forget about crowds, whose eyes on me remind him to introduce me, who prefers the flat head, bare foot, small me.

Christopher Robin… He knows, understands, and makes it all better. He values Pooh Bear and Piglet. He defends them, rescues them, enjoys them. I’m so thankful for Christopher Robin, my Savior. He knows,

“I wish Pooh were here. It’s so much more friendly with two.”

The World of Pooh by A. A. Milne