For all you mothers out there – you know what childbirth was like.
If you’ve recently given birth, the memory of what childbirth is fresh, and keeps you firmly rooted in the “DON’T TOUCH ME” stage of post-partum.
If your children are older… those memories fade… become fuzzy… and the beauty of it, the memory of that first cry, that first snuggle, that first moment when you look into your child’s eyes starts to overwhelm every memory of exactly how painful that birth was. Which is why women are silly enough to do it more than once :p
Climbing this mountain:
when you’re out of shape is like childbirth.
You forget. You forget how much your legs hurt. You forget how steep it is. You forget how many stairs there is and how high the mountain is because of this view:
And so you climb the freaking mountain again. And again, spend 3 or 4 days wishing you lived in a rancher and not a 2 story with the main level on the top floor… *sigh*
But the view is worth it. And my children were worth it.
I’d do it again… climbing the mountain that is. I’m waiting for grandkids now :p