Awaiting the Ascent
Our family went on a rope-climbing trip on Camelback Mountain Friday afternoon, and I thought it’d be a good opportunity to introduce all of them onto the blog.
This is my husband, leader of many such expeditions. He’s a world history teacher, and runs the Adventure Club at his high school. Here, he gets his harness on, ready to climb.
My husband checks my oldest son’s harness. This is a big day: my son is facing his fear of heights. I already have my harness on, and will be the belayer for him. This son is passionate, good, reliable; loves Boy Scouts, football, baseball, history, reading, listening to a very eclectic music collection, and spending time alone in the back yard.
My lovely daughter is more often seen with a ballet bun than with braids. She loves taking pictures. Here, she leaps to a better position for a photo. She’s my ballerina, and loves writing, piano, American Girl dolls, Little House books, crafts, and cooking. She loves to serve and to organize, and if she were in charge, you’d all get your birthday cards (plus a hand-made gift) ON TIME.
My two little guys spent most of the afternoon chasing each other up, down, and around the rocks near our climbing spot. There were lots and lots of admonitions: “Get down from there; you’re not roped in!” We lost them a couple of times. I was tempted to get mad, until I discovered them…here:
Can YOU find it in your heart to yell at them? I sure couldn’t! They’d found this little cave, and spent quite a lot of time in it. Climbing is a lot of waiting: waiting while the ropes get set up, while people get roped in, while other people climb. The kids had a great time exploring the area.
My middle son made it all the way to the top! He is the only one in the family that I didn’t belay, so he’s the only one I got pictures of. He turned out to be quite the little climber. Lots of people freeze when they get about twelve feet off the ground, but he just kept on. He’s my extrovert, funny and cheerful and not easily offended. He loves puzzles and games, gets every math concept I explain to him on the first try, and then misses whole pages worth of problems because of those annoying little DETAILS.
And here he is, the four-year-old, not roped in. (Sigh) He is always trying to keep up with his brothers. He was born stubborn and driven and running at life headlong. On the way down the mountain, after this trip, we warned him not to run. He ran. We told him he would fall, and that it would be a bad fall. Not a deterrent. We told him, if he ran, he’d have to hold Mama’s hand. He walked. Real fast. He loves Star Wars. He loves playing Lego Star Wars and Star Wars video games. He loves drawing Star Wars pictures. And explaining every last detail of all of it to me.
It’s a rock. So sue me. It’s a really pretty rock with really pretty lichen on it. Amidst the noise of all the children saying, “Take a picture of me!” God whispered, “Open your eyes,” and there was this lovely little rock. Such a treasure.
One last picture as we were packing up our gear. Sunsets are never as pretty in photographs. Neither are daughters. Nevertheless, I’ll treasure this one forever.