Taking the jump

“You can do it, B!”

It was the fourth time my son’s friend got on the platform for the zip line at a local ropes course. We were celebrating G’s 9th birthday. The plan was to have the boys go through the course, eat some ice cream, and then go home for some pizza and a sleepover.

I watched the boys go through the course with my soon-to-be-ex-husband. It’s one of those activities that I can’t do with my boys. The height and the fear of falling is too much for me. While I have no problem riding in tiny planes to Boston or in developing countries, I get dizzy when I’m up high and nothing is around me.

I could feel B’s pain. He said he didn’t have a problem with heights. He seemed to be fine on the platforms, but he was timid about going over some of the shaky features of the ropes course. He sat out some and tried others. Three times he went to the higher platform for the zip line, got hooked up, and said no.

I stood below watching his grit and determination. I was ready to take a photo and text it to his mom. His fear would kick in, and he’d politely decline to go.

But he kept going back up. He wanted to go on that zip line.

When he got up to the platform on that fourth time, the staff member was determined to get him to complete his trip. She talked with him about how to approach the zip line and asked him about his fears. She had him sit in his safety gear and feel how the line would hold him. The other boys would go up and show him how it’s done on the zip line next to his. Each tried to get B to leave the platform, but he would stand there frozen.

There were many people cheering B on as he stood on that platform. He stood there for what seemed to be an eternity as kids and adults continued to zip by him on the other line. He didn’t leave, but he didn’t jump off the platform either. He stood quietly thinking.

It made me think about how our fears can control our thoughts and actions (or inaction) in life.

Sometimes you hold on for dear life and muster up a smile.

huggingpoleSometimes you stop and let your mind play tricks on you.

waitingontheledgeBut you try. Because that’s all you can do.

If you don’t try, you won’t know what you can do.

gtiresYou listen to those that cheer you on and you quiet them when you need to concentrate.

When you are ready –  if you ever are ready – you take that jump.

And usually it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.


In fact, it might be far better than you ever imagined.

You might just turn around and do it again. Or try something even bolder.


When my son’s friend finally made it off the platform and zip lined off into the sunset (it was getting late at that point!), everyone at the ropes course cheered. It was huge.

B may have been a little embarrassed, but he was mostly proud. And he should have been. At that point, he had gone too far not to jump off that platform. Declining that fourth attempt wasn’t an option.

On the ground, I told him how proud I was of him and how I shared his accomplishment with his mom by text. He just quietly smiled at me. Though I’m sure he wished he was able to do it sooner, it was better late than never.

Courage won out and the fears were quieted.

Have you taken a jump like this in life?


Wordless Wednesday: Let it Go (Preschool Edition)


I may be biased, but this is the best version of “Let it Go” I’ve heard yet! And, yes, it’s from Biz’s preschool graduation. He’s the giant in the middle.

p.s. How is my baby in kindergarten already?

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A couple Saturdays ago, my boys and I ran in our first one mile race. It was a “family fun run” put on by G’s elementary school and was followed by a 5K race for the real runners.

I’m not much of a runner, but it sounded like a fun thing to do together. Plus it was a fundraiser for the school. Biz, who is not into the school sport activities quite yet, really loves to run. Even at age 5, I think he gets a runners high. He likes to “zoom” around and actually has some pretty good form. He’ll tell you he’s the fastest kid at daycare. And I totally believe him.

A few days before the race, I found out that G’s lacrosse game was scheduled at the same time as the fun run. While G wanted to run, he also knew that lacrosse was priority. He’s been doing great in his first year playing games, and he wasn’t about to skip one. Biz, of course, really wanted to run and really wanted to run with me and his big brother.

And then I started scrambling. Their father was leaving for vacation. I knew that I should be at that lacrosse game with G. I also knew how much Biz needed to be in that one mile race. It’s been a tough few months for us all, and zooming in that race was just what he needed.

My trusty neighbor and friend came to the rescue, once again, and offered to bring Biz to the race. But Biz wanted us to run together. He wanted to zoom past us and wait for us at the finish line. His anger and disappointment was apparent and my heart just broke.

And then it rained on the morning of the race. Actually, it poured. I got an email from G’s coach that said the lacrosse games were cancelled.

We ran. Together.


While it was only sprinkling rain when we arrived at the school’s parking lot, it became a steady downpour by the time we left the starting line.

But we ran. Despite my advice to not zoom right out of the gate, both boys ditched me as soon as the race began. I caught up with them when they grew tired from zooming so fast. And then they zoomed again. We did this a few times until we crossed the finish line. First Biz, then G, and then me. They cheered for me as I crossed.

It wasn’t a long race, at only one mile, but it was the first for us all. And we got wet. Really, really wet. The only picture I took of the experience was after we got home from the race. We were soaked, but we felt accomplished. Both boys warmed up with hot showers until there wasn’t any hot water left in the house.

We ran together, and it felt great. To zoom. To let the rain hit our face. To forget about what anger we had deep in our hearts.

May has been a crazy month, filled with lots of scrambling. It has also been filled with some pretty special times.

Playing on the beach while daycare is closed.

playinginsandCelebrating a successful kindergarten screening.


Being appreciated during a high school lacrosse game (G’s the one jumping in the air).


Exploring forts we’ve driven by many times but never knew existed.

gbarsDipping our toes in the 50 degree ocean on a 52 degree day.


Picnicking on the beach on Memorial Day weekend.

beachpicnicSometimes all the zooming makes us slow down and appreciate the things we zoom for.

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