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But then it became clear that basically doing it all for him and not letting him have the chance to fall was putting a damper on his fun, not teaching him that he’s strong enough to do it on his own, and not giving him the chance to slip and tumble where it was more or less safe to do so.
And so… I bit my lip. And I let him go.
And he climbed.
And he climbed.
And he climbed… all the way to the top.
And when we got there, all the sadness (yeah, I’ll admit it) of realizing how little he needed me was replaced with such excitement on both of our parts. He had gone up some really difficult stuff without the need for Dad. I was so happy later that night to see that Kelsey Blue Eyes had caught our victory high-five at the top.
We stayed at the top, went in the cave, took lots of pictures, and then hiked down again (which thankfully Noah needed a lot more of my help doing).
Yesterday I talked about how difficult it can be as a dad to watch my kid grow up and to watch so many things change. This hike just affirmed that we’ll be seeing a lot fewer pictures that look like this.
And a lot more that look like this.
But as long as every challenge ends in excitement and high-fives, I guess it won’t be too bad. Right?
Well, high-fives and shirts that say “I love dad.” He’ll never outgrow those, right?
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. When was a time that you had to let go of the need to control everything and let your kid “climb” on his/her own? Was it as scary for you as it was for me?
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