You see, my ever climbing boys have outgrown the small trees in our front yard, a crepe myrtle and a three year old maple. They climb as high as they possibly can. Resulting in them standing precariously on the little, thin branches at the top. And this sends me into a screaming fit yelling "if you break the branches off my poor little trees, I will sell you to the gypsies!" I should probably be more concerned with their safety, but I swear the Lord above has genetically designed boys to climb trees. So I guess he'll protect them if they fall. But my poor trees!
Our Spring break was last week, and we took full advantage of the time off. We visited The Rock Gym three out of the five days off. We had a blast the first day just bouldering around.
And then the other two days we were on the ropes the entire time. I say "we" like I was included in the climbing part of the expedition. But really, my role was to stand in the wings and say things like "hold on, wait your turn, your brother will be done in a sec." and "leave your helmet on or they'll have to make us leave". I adjusted harnesses and generally supervised, etc.
S and I used to climb before we were married and then together for awhile before the older boys were born. I was even certified to belay, but these days I wouldn't remember a figure eight from a frog's leap. But this outing was very encouraging. Maybe the boys have hit the age their papa has been waiting for their whole little lives. The age when they get to share in the things that truly give joy.
He'll be so very excited to take them next time!