Acrophobia: an extreme or irrational fear of heights.
My husband is the most incredible man. He is an amazing husband and an even more amazing father!
He is handy around the house. He can change light fixtures and faucets and can fix just about anything.
He takes care of the cars and the yard and he takes care of us.
He kills the spiders and other annoying creepy crawlies and he would lay down his life for us.
There isn’t much he is afraid of.
Except for one thing…
That is why you see me in the below picture flying high among those trees and not my husband.
When our Community Group at church sent around a sign-up sheet for a day at a Ropes Course my first thought was how much our 8-year old son would love it. He is fearless, that boy!!
My husband looked at me and said, “if you want him to go, YOU are going to have to be the one to take him.” And, he kind of said it like he was daring me to go.
With a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
Never one to back down from a dare, I snatched that sign-up sheet and wrote my name down.
Oh…wait…ummmm….errrrr….ummmm….what exactly goes on at a Ropes Course?
Well, for one thing, you get to wear a super nifty harness that highlights all of your ummm…assets.
And then your son decides to wear his team wristband on his head instead of his wrist and you have the song
“Let’s Get Physical” by Olivia Newton-John running through your head the entire rest of the day.
And then the instructors hook him up to these ropes and you realize that the fear involved in having yourself launched into the air…
cannot begin to compare to the fear involved in watching your CHILD being launched into the air!
Once your knees stop shaking you move on to a psuedo “Survivor/Amazing Race” type Obstacle Course where you quickly realize that the reason the kids are so much better at it than the adults is because their center of gravity is so much lower to the ground.
Once you recover from the “Obstacle Course from Hell” you get the opportunity to have your heart almost burst from pride watching your son scale a wall like it was something he did every day.
Then the instructors bring out a ladder and lean it against a tree and you think,
“now what on earth could that be for?”
Then you see the teeny tiny little hooks in the tree above the ladder and realize you are supposed to climb up the ladder and then use the hooks to climb the rest of the way onto this very narrow platform.
The foam noodle is for the “sword fight” which will occur after he begins to walk on this metal tight-rope and meets up with the person climbing on the opposite tree.
Like a walk in the park to this kid!
And then they all turn to you and say, “your turn!”
Now, I have to tell you that it took a LOT of convincing on the part of my sister to share photos of myself from this adventure. It isn’t the most…ahem…flattering look.
Do I know how to ROCK a helmet and harness or what??
In this photo I am asking my team the prerequisite questions before beginning to climb:
“Can I trust you?”
Insert very sarcastic replies from my friends here.
“Are you ready for me to climb?”
Insert even more sarcastic replies from my friends here.
I vowed revenge against anyone who took a picture of me from underneath….this one was pushing it!
There may or may not have been some under the breath muttering going on at this point and my husband’s name may or may not have been among the other words being muttered.
And yes, even the moms got in on the “noodle sword fight” action!
Want to know the best part about doing a Ropes Course?
It’s knowing that your son will always remember that his mom spent the day with him swinging from trees and climbing rock walls and walking on tight-ropes.
And while it may have taken me a solid 10 minutes to get out of bed the next morning due to extreme muscle aching and soreness in ALL (ahem) parts of my body, it was so worth it to know that Ian and I made a memory we will always treasure!
Thanks for joining me today at the Fence,