Climbing

He climbs rocks like a mountain goat. Thirteen year old boys are agile and active and very full of life. And feeling life today was both hard yet important. We went to Snoqualmie Falls. And the mom here kept up...a little sweaty and scraped up but we scaled all the big rocks and he kept saying, "You sure you want to do this mom?"

The reality of single parenting a thirteen year old boy is both comforting and daunting. I spent the hike thinking "Chris would do this...he would go ahead and climb that rock, take that separate trail, etc. and I so want to be enough." SO...we begin to find the balance, the balance of what Chris would do and what Mom can do. It was worth it...he slipped his arm around me at one point and said, "You know, I miss Dad too Mom, but he's with us and you're pretty alright and we'll be okay."

Chris' absence is HUGE, it hurts badly and yet he is present in some way. And God is so good and so incredibly close. And there are so many rocks left to climb...