My daughter recently competed in her first indoor rock climbing competition, thereby proving once again that my kids are infinitely more badass than I. Climbing is a great sport, full of great people. Climbing, like any sport, selects for participants who have the characteristics to enjoy it. In this case: independence, perseverance, focus, and not necessarily fearlessness, but the willingness to "feel the fear and do it anyway" which I find so very baffling.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
The only thing that scares me more than the thought of drowning is the thought of my kids drowning. Which I picture a thousand times, in graphic detail, every time they set foot near the ocean. I can see the waves knocking them over, snapping their little spines, their eye wide in terror as the water closes over them, while I fight and struggle through the undertow to try to reach them, but never in time....And then I hear one of them shriek, and I wrench my focus back to reality, only to see her splashing happily, throwing herself into wave after wave, spluttering out the salt water, oblivious to my fear.
Here's the weird thing: I am a really good swimmer.