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She’s Not to Climb That, Is She?

By on January 3, 2017 in Uncategorized with No Comments

I’m afraid of heights. Well that’s not completely true. I’m terrified of heights. I reach for a Kleenex anticipating a hemorrhaging nose bleed every time I see a step ladder. Makes shopping at Home Depot a challenge – clean up in aisle 9.

Recently we were babysitting Paige and Lila for a couple of days in Boston. They live right next to an amazing playground. Paige loves it. She asked if we could go – at least 4,987 times.

Persistence pays off. When we get to the playground, Paige doesn’t go to the swings; she doesn’t go to the slides. She beelines to the climbing set. Now this isn’t any ole climbing set. No, this one has a ladder that twists like a DNA strand. And the twisty part is at least 8 feet off the ground. I know this because I’m about 6 ft. tall and I could just barely reach the ladder rim.

“She’s not going to climb that, is she?”, I say to Edie.

“That’s her favorite”, was the response.

I fast walk to the climbing set so I can spot her, just in case she falls.

Paige starts her climb. You can tell she’s done this before; she climbs with confidence. Those watching could also tell I haven’t seen her do this before. I wonder if prancing around on my tippy toes gave it away?

As she reaches the twisty part, I raise my hands only to realize, I can’t reach her.

“Hey Edie, I can’t reach her.”

“I can’t either.”

“What kind of answer is that?”, I say to myself as I feel my heart rate quickly increase. “I’m going into tachycardia; I’m having a heart attack”, I say to myself.

I’m now on the verge of panicking. Sweat starts dripping down the side of my chest. I’m on my toes, hands up in the air slowly moving to be sure I’m under her just in case she falls. I must have looked like I was in the audience watching Billy Gilman singing on The Voice.

Then she is back on the ground. My heart rate returns to normal, life is good. Until …

“Pa, I want to do it again”

“Good god!”

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