We hiked the Chief today.
There were 3 adults, 9 kids. We were out numbered 3 to 1 😉 Good thing the kids never figured that out LOL.
We hit the trail at Shannon Falls to get to the Chief, and half way there, I was thinking about quitting. I didn’t.
I’m not sure if it was the 5 drinks and 3 shots I had; the lack of sleep I got, or just the extra 15 lbs I’ve put on, but it was painful trying to hike. I was *tired* and did NOT want to do that.
Then my 11 year old started complaining about being tired, about hurting, about this about that, about everything…
I kept encouraging him to keep going. He’s my bookworm. My kid who will sit with a book outside rather than running around and playing. My kid who has 6 – 8 open books on the side table near his bed. The kid who is not into sports.
And suddenly the thought hit me.
If I quit, I’m giving my kids permission to quit. I’m giving them permission to stop because it got too hard. I’m giving them permission to be lazy.
“Luke,” I said… “We’re stronger than the mountain. We can do this”
I repeated that to him a LOT while we hiked. We’re stronger than the mountain.
Eventually we lagged behind… he and I going at a pace that worked for us, stopping when we needed to, going when we can.
We caught up to our friends – had a snack and a rest and carried on. The view from the top is beautiful – the sun was shining and there was a light breeze to keep us cool.
We are stronger than the mountain.
My knee gave out on the way down. Usually I can bounce down the mountain at almost double the pace of when I go up. I limped down. As I write this, I am sitting on the couch with an ice pack on that knee.
We reached the bottom of the mountain and Luke looked at me and said “Good job Mom!” I told him he did a good job too – that I was proud of him for persevering.
We’re stronger than the mountain, Luke.