This past weekend I got to hang out with my soon to be 11 year-old nephew, Luke. He flew in from Colorado all by himself.
I love having him around. Such a great kid.
But an 11-year old boy…what the heck will I do with him while he’s here?
No, he’s really easy going, but I met up with a friend and she suggested rock climbing.
I’m like, “Um–NO!”
Yeah, I’m kind of a wimp–I know my history of speed skating, road/mountain biking would suggest otherwise–but still…ROCK CLIMBING?
I stepped out of my comfort zone and at least called. Turns out he was too young to Belay for me, so I was safe from having to scale the 30-foot walls, but then it dawned on me. I’d have Luke’s life in my hands.
I’ve never had that. I don’t have kids. I have a couple of dogs, yeah, but still…this was a HUMAN life. This cute, funny, awesome kid—–>
I sucked it up and got all the waivers out to Luke’s Mom to sign and all that fun stuff.
So, 1pm on Friday of last week we made our way to Ape Index.
We got buckled up. We did our lesson and Luke had a little fun…
And then…we were on our own.
It took a few tries before we both gathered up our nerve but then he took off. Look at him go!
The whole experience got me thinking about trust. Holy cow the trust he had in me to hold him steady should he fall or slip. I was both honored and scared. More honored than scared…the fear only lasted a little while. Then I thought about all the people I trust and I realized how truly blessed I am.
Sure, I’ve been betrayed before. I think we all have, right?
But just because one restaurant screwed up our meal, it’s not like I’d NEVER go out to eat again. Or, just because I went to one bad movie, it’s not like I’d NEVER go to a movie again.
You just learn with each bump, right? You’ve heard me say that a few times on this blog before, huh?
Who knows, maybe some of this will end up in one of my future novels….