Last week, Todd and I packed up the kids, the dogs, the jetski, and ourselves, and we headed off to my family's lake house. Because Todd was going to leave a bit earlier for work, we took two cars. The kids went with Todd, the dogs went with me. And I did what any self-respecting late-twenties lady does when alone in a car for 90 minutes - I cranked Pandora's NSync station and sang at the top of my lungs. Dirty pop, ladies.
The one must on our to-do list for the week away was a ropes course that me & N had stumbled upon. He was beside himself excited and it was contagious - we all couldn't wait to get there. When we arrived, we were given harnesses and helmets, then instructed on how to use our "monkey paws," two clips that kept us safely attached all all times. N took the lead and led us up. And up. And up. And up. Four levels high, he scrambled out and across, not looking back. I was second.
It was tougher than I thought it would be. Notice that Nick isn't even in the picture because he swung right through & on to the next one. When I looked back from the middle of the challenge, Emma was staring at me with out-right fear in her eyes. She stepped out from the security of the platform and immediately began to wobble, tears welling in her eyes.
"E, you are not going to fall, just let go. You are wearing your harness, you can let go."
This was obviously met by disbelief.
"No, really - look!"
Maybe it was the realization that she really wouldn't fall. Maybe it was knowing that her dad was right behind her & wouldn't let anything happen to her. Maybe it was because I looked like such a goon hanging there in front of her. Whatever it was, she let go. And after that, she was unstoppable.
So proud of this chica for not letting her fears stop her. She is unbelievably proud of herself and could conquer the world with that pride.