On Bouldering and Being Brave

September 24, 2017

We went bouldering on Friday. Accidentally, because that’s how I fall headlong through our life these wild and wooly days. IMG_0008Second son shouted from the top of every rock, “It’s so beautiful up here!” And insisted on winking at me in almost every photo.IMG_0003Darling Girl insisted on jumping off or over every obstacle in her path, adamant that I not steady her.IMG_0002 IMG_0015Wee Man took a running start over the edge of a boulder, only to break his fall with his sister’s kneecaps. It took me a minute to recover from that one.  I thought he was a goner. Turns out he is just training for American Ninja Warrior. So is Second Son, for that matter. (And by the way, I think I speak for a whole generation of parents when I say, thanks for nothing, NBC.)

IMG_0010IMG_0014And with my heart careening off the rocks and my stomach somewhere around my ankle bones, it occurred to me that maybe something larger than an impromptu bouldering session was weaving its truth around me. I’m all caught up in the surrendering of these bold souls because truthfully, they were never mine to start with. IMG_0001 IMG_0011See, there is something about freedom. About letting go of their safety, about letting them fall. About teaching them to navigate a line in the rocks when the passage seems impossible. IMG_0016When I teach them to climb down rather than rescue them out of fear, I’m gathering up all these moments of being brave, and flash forwarding in my head to when brave doesn’t look like scaling a rock, but standing up to someone who isn’t being kind. When brave is swimming upstream, and when brave is a lone, loud voice of peace in an increasingly angry and divided world. 

It’s not just my babes being brave. I’m practicing for when I can’t protect them from scraped knees, and wobbly ledges. When I can’t protect them from broken hearts, and mean girls, and the world telling them that they aren’t good enough. Or skinny enough. Or pretty enough. Or man enough.IMG_0009

And all I can think is to tell them is that being brave isn’t the same as not being afraid. That courage is not the absence of fear but rather our actions in the face of it, and we have a savior who tasted death so we could live in freedom. We were never promised safe.

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

One day, I won’t be there to dust them off but the Namer and Counter of Stars? He will. Them and me. And even if the worst should come, I will still proclaim He is faithful, and good always.IMG_0012So today I will let them scamper across the rocks with my breath held tight,  swallowing the taste of my own fear for all the thousand ways we are wounded. Because we are all being brave here. 

Tell me about your brave parenting. 

With love and solidarity.

~M.

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I am an unrepentant extrovert with an ongoing, passionate affair with coffee, ellipses, and the written word. I write because it’s how I’m made to worship. I am a story teller, because redemption has a story to tell. And always, I want to be a story collector. So have a virtual seat at my beat-up kitchen table. Read my story. Tell me yours. Stay awhile. And P.S. ... for more about me, click on my mug in the sidebar;)

3 Comments
    1. That was beautiful. Thanks for sharing. It’s like you are writing to me years ago. I always wanted to keep them safe but it doesn’t work that way. And we are so thankful for a God and savior who take care if us.

    1. I so get your life! I am the youngest of 4, same birth order of your kiddos. I chuckled that your youngest didn’t want help. I totally get it, girl! (I have 2 boys and a girl, and she is spit fire too.) I love what you shared about teaching them to climb down, and that brave isn’t the absence of fear. So so good!

    1. I love your perspective! I love your family and the way you tied the day into the journey of motherhood and growing up and teaching our kids. Seeing your picture brought back memories of the days of hiking and a Momma holding her breath at the possible dangers around each bend. Thank you!

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