We just got back from a ten day vacation at Delawana Inn and as per usual, I was a sloth. I ran the first day then gave it all up and spent the next nine days relaxing. There were fits and starts of me being active–aquafit one morning, laps in the pool the next, pedaling the pedal boat by myself because my kids don’t seem to think I notice when they stop *Note: I can see your feet not moving*–but mostly I lounged around the pool or beach and read. I read four books in ten days. FOUR!
I can’t even remember the last time I did that.
My second year at Delawana I decided to tackle the Burma Bridge at Delawana. The name Burma Bridge is a bit misleading. It sounds all solid and non-moving and maybe like something you can relax on while taking pictures of the beautiful scenery before you but is really just a tightrope with two other ropes for you to hold on to with your VULCAN DEATH GRIP so you don’t plummet to your death 50 feet below.
I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time trying to get over my fear of heights, none of which have worked to date. On the upside, I now have a great collection of photos of me strapped in some sort of harness–all family friendly.
That little person up there is me. Out of shot is my husband on the phone trying to increase the amount of my life insurance.
This year, Speed Skating Son wanted to try the Burma Bridge. We went to the Adventure Course but it wasn’t open that day so instead he opted to do the giant teeter-totter that’s 40 feet in the air. He was a bit nervous to do it on his own so guess who was volunteered to be his partner?
Right now you are in complete awe of my grace, aren't you.
So what’s the point of all of this?
We went back a few days later so Speed Skating Son could do the Burma Bridge and I brought my running shoes fully expecting to have to do it first to help him get over his nervousness again.
There was no need.
He did it. By himself.
Twice.
And for the record, Hockey Skating Son was no slouch either.
You think they aren’t watching. You think they aren’t getting it. You think that all the times you’ve told them “it’s not about being the best, it’s about trying your best” isn’t getting through to them.
Then one day you see your child climb a 50 foot telephone pole on their own and you realize they’ve been listening all along.
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It’s wonderful how your sons love these outdoor activities and are not glued to computer screens or televisions.
Woo hoo! They are watching — and rockin the world, too, thanks to a wonderful role model. Yay for scaling the heights!
They are watching. I realized that in spades this summer while conquering my irrational fear of heights combined with driving on non-roads.
Yes, Sharon they are watching. Your boys have gained so much from your strength. It still amazes me when one of my little fish does something amazing, something I am very proud of them for doing, without even a reminder…they just stepped up and did the right thing.