"Mom, please! I promise I won't ask you to carry me. I promise I won't cry and I will hold your water bottle. I promise Mom! Please!"
I avoided it and kept giving him empty promises.
"Yes, Jack. We will do it sometime soon. We will have to talk to Dad and see when he isn't busy and he can have Van for a few hours. I'll talk to Dad tonight."
I said that about 10 times.
But then I really talked to Ethan and scheduled a time for me and Jack to hike the Y.
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Last Saturday, we woke up early, had a bowl of oatmeal with craisins and drove to Provo. As we approached Y Mountain, I shuddered. That Y looked pretty high up, like halfway up the mountain. In my head, I thought, "What in the high heavens am I doing? This is gonna suck."
Jack couldn't sit still, he was so excited, for what I am not sure. We parked the car, put on our sweatshirts and headed to the first switchback. Jack thought he was going to run the whole way up, but by the first switchback, he told me he needed a break. Too bad there are 10 steep switchbacks. And during those switchbacks, the BYU Homecoming Parade was on 9th East below and we hiked to the marching band and their repeated BYU fight song, "Rise and Shout". "Rah rah rah rah rah GOOOOO COUGARS!" It seemed so appropriate seeing as we were hiking the Y.
After lots of breaks and whining, we did it. And we felt amazing. When the Y was in sight, Jack hugged my leg and said, "We did it Mom!!!" Like we had done something momentous like beat cancer. But for a little boy and his mom, it did feel like we had done something momentous. It was interesting to do a big hike with him. It was just us two and we had a great time. We talked and encouraged each other. We noticed the nature around us together. And we got to the top together. The whole experience felt very symbolic of all sorts of things. Very selfishly, I feel lucky that it was just us two. We will be doing this more often.