We have been living in Pennsylvania for going on 5 years and today we found the missing link. Matt and I both were avid climbers. I climbed for about 10 years and Matt climbed for 20. My husband was a professional sponsored climbing bum for the majority of his young life. He traveled nationally and internationally with the sport climbing from Smith Rock, Oregon to Siurana, Spain. I was an avid weekend warrior, strong in my own right (no one was going to pay me to climb) and I loved (love) the sport with every fiber of my being. It is something I have missed desperately with parenthood and life changes that have taken me/us away from this recreation.
Matt and I both realize that climbing hard is not likely as we get older but we both would like to find the time to incorporate the sport in our lives. We have great hopes that the girls will pick up this passion. We can coach, belay and climb alongside them as they grow up. It is a sport that is so empowering, it builds a great sense of community, self-confidence and focus, especially for young women. I was thrilled to see the girls interested in being out at the cliffs, jumping (carefully) around on the rocks and enjoying the adventure. It warmed my heart to see my little dog romping around and hopping with ease amongst the obstacles.
I will never force my interest on my children, it is something that I oppose. I see the draw to pass on the family tradition but I believe in the individual and fostering their interest. I unselfishly crave for them to choose interest that we can share with them to build the bond that will travel through their teen years and throughout their lives. It felt so organic to have all of us out scouting a new crag and gave me hope or perhaps a glimpse of the future.