It's pitiful around here. We've been sick... then my back went out on me. I was getting a drink of water at the sink and the muscles in my middle back locked up and I went to the floor. H went and got Danny - he was sleeping from working the night before. This has never happened to me... I can move about now... but I'm sore. I'm feeling so old. So today E is fever free. She been fever free since about 3 AM. She is napping now. H is at school... he has been well for a few days now. Can't help but miss the guy being home with out him.In the meantime I've slowly but surely been getting our Pine Cove photos in an album. I came across this photo and I can't help but want to share this story about H. My cautious and safe child. Never had to deal with him climbing as a toddler or going too far away from me. Yet as he grows his confidence builds. When we were at Pine Cove he decided to do the zip line. Never hesitating he walked up the 30 foot high stairs. Got hooked on the line. Then it was time to jump... 1, 2, 3, GO! That's when the heartbreak began. He couldn't do it. He just could not make himself push off to zip down. And boy was he mad. Mad at the world! Mad that he could not make himself. Mad at me for telling him it was ok! Mad that he even thought he could jump. I was hollering "It's okay bud!" And he was yelling with tears, "It's NOT OK - I'm a baby and I can't do it." Oh man. As the momma 30 feet down I could not fix this. I could not make him jump, nor make him understand that it was okay if he couldn't jump. I wanted him to know there will be other chances to do a zip line... he didn't have to jump today. With tears flowing and loud cries he came down the 30 feet of stairs... mad and upset. I just held him. He calmed down and we talked about it. How proud we were that he even climbed those stairs and tried! He tried is best. And the next time we go to Pine Cove he'll try again...
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