by Judy
Last week I searched online for interesting places to visit
near my home. Even though we've lived
here for twenty years now, not being from this area originally, I'm always
finding treasures that I didn't know existed.
I found this great place, just a little over an hour from my
home. A six hundred acre forest preserve,
with marked trails, a pond, and what caught my attention the most - a huge fire
tower. The online information really
emphasized how awesome this fire tower is. What great views one has when at the
top of it. They said, "Be sure to climb the fire
tower when you're there"....So, of course, I had to go.
The great thing is that I was able to go the very next day.
Another great thing is that my son is home from college, and is an ever
willing photo companion when I go on all of my photo excursions. So off we
went.
It was a beautiful forest. And yes the pond was great, with
great reflections for photos. Also, the
largest bull frogs I have ever seen - or heard! But onward... my main mission
was to hike to the fire tower. I kept imagining how great it was going to be,
camera in hand, to shoot the beautiful foot hills of the Catskill Mountains, and
the Hudson River below.
After a short hike, there it was! On the top of the hill,
and towering over us. I was disappointed that there was no plaque at the bottom
telling us how tall it was, or how far above sea level we would be once we got
to the top. But, let me tell you - it
was tall!
So we started up. And
a funny thing happened on my way up the fire tower. I realized that I was scared. Really scared. No, actually, almost paralyzed with fear. I
had never felt afraid of heights before. At least not to that point.
I told my son to just
go on up. That I'd wait at the bottom.
He disagreed. He told me that this is the reason I came here. He walked back down the stairs he had already
ascended, stood in front of me, and told me to step up. He stayed right in front of me as I slowly, sometimes whining, made my way up 80 steps to the
top. He kept telling me how many steps
we had left. He kept telling me I was
doing great. I joked that I brought him
there to climb the fire tower and now I was being a baby. "Nope, nope. It's OK Mom. You're almost there and the views are going
to be great."
And they were.
The views were everything they said they would be. Even
though I felt really uncomfortable up
there I took photos in every direction.
There was the Hudson, there were the mountains, and a bridge, oh and
look at the really neat barn!
So after many photos, and ooh-ing and aah-ing over the views, we decided to go down. That's when the
real fun began. I could not make myself
take that first step down. Once again my
son stepped down a few stairs, turned around, and told me to turn around
backward and come down it as if it were a ladder. Oh boy, coming down was so much worse than
going up. But, my son stayed right there
with me, counting the steps for me to each landing. It took us forever, but I slowly made my way
down. My legs were a little shaky when
we got to the ground, but I was glad that I had done it. And I was also glad it was done!
So why am I telling you this story? Because I realized that
day that without my son's support I would never have gone to the top of that
fire tower. I wouldn't have even gone up
part of the way. And if by any miracle
of a chance I had gone up, I think I'd still be there, whining, because I would
be so afraid to come down!
Isn't it amazing how someone's support can help us get past
that "thing." Whatever that
"thing" is for you? I know for
me, the people who love me and support me, in whatever I do, make me stronger.
They make me braver. Who is it in your
life who does that for you? I hope you have many people who support you, but
also always know - that's what we're here for too! We want you to feel stronger
and braver and supported here in our FOL community. I know all of us here feel that way because
of YOUR support! Thank you for
that. :)
12 comments:
Great story and how wonderful that your son was with you and could see your "bravery" in spite of yourself. Doing something like that always makes you feel good afterwards, and hey... post some of those great shots. I was just like that up on the Eiffel tower, stood there hanging on to a girder for life, unwilling to let go....
Good for you
I read this with great interest. Congratulations on "reaching the top". I know just how you felt - I had a similar experience once, but it was my hubby who encouraged me. Sounds like you have an amazing son.
OK, OK, I am the one who did NOT go up the Eiffel Tower and regretted it. How many time will I get the chance to see Paris from the air? Judy , I am so proud of you to be brave enough to overcome.
But the bigger statement here is how wonderful and patient and helpful and kind your son is. Let's just start with the fact that he goes with you at all. Isnt it wonderful when high school is over, and your kids WANT to be with you again?This is a lovely tribute to your son, and you and your mothering. Im alll warm and fuzzy now!
not only is this a wonderful tribute to your son, but a wonderful tribute to you as a mother for raising a child this caring and kind. you should be proud of both yourselves!
Great post. Your son was awesome! You have done a good job raising him.
What a great story, Judy. I love that your son was right with you, counting the steps, encouraging you which I am sure you did exactly that for him in his younger days. I am happy that you did make it to the top and was able to see the beauty that surrounded you.
This is a great story! Your son is awesome! He learned it somewhere....
yay judy!! kuddos to you for overcoming your fear and getting to the top. what an amazing view! and a special memory with your sweet boy to boot. so awesome judy.
i too am sometimes crippled with fear. mostly of really putting myself out there. but i am blessed with family and friends who support and encourage me. who gently push when i need it.
so thankful for the friends i've made here who inspire and encourage me. xoxo
So wonderful to hear about how your son cared for you through this challenge. I would have been right there with you, I don't like heights. Whenever I go up in a tower or lighthouse, I hang on for my life. If the wind blows even slightly, I get nervous. At the Grand Canyon, I stayed three feet back from the edge while my family all scooted up as far as they dared. No, not me. I have a respect for heights. (That's a better way to put it, isn't it?) Good for your son, good for you, and bravo to a wonderful shared memory.
What a wonderful son you have.
Whew, such a crazy day and I've been trying to get here to tell you how much I love this post! Really warms a mother's heart to hear how your son took care of you through this little (not so little?) challenge. We know we've raised them right when they do something like that. I'm not sure all the loving coaxing could have gotten me to do what you did, so bravo! And you got a great shot while you were up there! As Dotti said, this is something you and your son will always remember.
It sounds like you have a pretty awesome son. Congratulations on making it to the top and conquering your fear, and for getting back down again :)
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