There is so much that a photo doesn't say...5 or 6 years ago I wouldn't have imagined what my life would be like right now. So much has happened and so much has changed. Back then I had a pretty good job, I woke up every morning and I wore high heels and nice clothes. I did my hair and makeup and I drank my coffee peacefully on the commuter train. Looking good was unofficially a part of my job so I made sure to comply. At the time I was also in the best shape I'd ever been in my life. I was working out almost daily at the gym and I would find time in my busy day to get out and run for an hour in my lunch hour. Weekends were usually spent exploring a new hiking trail or planning for our next hiking adventure. Having children was no where in my plans at this point in my life.
Top of Mt. Diablo, about 4 or 5 years ago, I breezed through this hike
San Jose Grand Prix--about 6 years ago, feeling pretty confident and fit
With my sisters, pre-kids, about 5 or 6 years ago, hair and makeup perfectly done
I was never particularly fond of young children, perhaps because I was never really a child myself. While other kids played pretend I was busy helping mom cook, wash or mend clothes. Bike rides were usually an errand I had to run for her as well. I was always so "mature for my age" and I took that with great pride. I was not a child hater either. I loved my nieces and nephews and my friends' kids. I was just never interested in having any of my own. At the time I thought my life could go on without satisfying my human need to procreate. That was until one day in the Spring of 2008 when after hiking for over 10 hours and reaching altitudes that cause one's brain to expand (or compress, I'm not sure which of the two), I felt a deep emptiness in my soul. I took in the feeling and asked God to help me understand why I felt that way. It wasn't an immediate realization but from this day I began to consider and even began to desire being a mother. Of course I had no clue what that meant (I still don't!). I just knew that my life couldn't continue the way it was going. I would have never been fulfilled as a person.
Perhaps my desire for children grew from a selfish intent to share some of the amazing experiences I was having. Every time we went to a new place I imagined a young impressionable mind being forever affected by the beauty abound. I say selfish because I never considered that perhaps my children will not be into hiking or nature trips. No, that thought never crossed my mind. In fact, up until a week ago that idea was not even in my radar. This past week I was put to the test when our 3 year old fussed and grumbled on the way up one of the most beautiful hikes in Yosemite and he openly said, "I want to go home." I took it personally! Angry thoughts started to run through my head thinking that I had given birth to a nature hater. This couldn't possibly be my child! Never mind that he's only 3 and that it wasn't long ago he could barely crawl. I expected this babe to hike up that steep mountain joyfully and with the same enthusiasm I did when I first explored that terrain. I decided to carry my son, all 40lbs of him up the mountain.
Indeed, so much that a picture doesn't say...
On the way up to Half Dome, about 5 years ago, same trail, 8 miles in
In the last half a decade I have hiked up the tallest peaks in the contiguous U.S. I bouldered my way through a very difficult and strenuous hike up and down Mt. Saint Helen, the last mile of which was loose gravel at an incline that would be difficult to stand on. I grabbed on to my life and I made it to the top. On the way down my legs were so shaky I knew they could fail me at any second and I could find myself facing my death. Pike's Peak was an amazing hike but equally a challenging one. The Gates of Heaven (last stretch before the summit) felt like 100 miles in which I could barely move one foot in front of the other without gasping for air. On the way down we literally had to run to avoid a thunderstorm we noticed approach (You don't want to be caught above tree line in a thunderstorm!). Mt. Whitney (14,000ft+) was the tallest, longest, most challenging and with the most diverse terrain we have done thus far. It is also my proudest accomplishment in the hiking arena. We attempted it 3 times before we could reach that summit, so the reward was sweeter than honey. I remember at one point, a mere 600 ft from the summit I began to hallucinate. My head felt like it was hollow inside. Doesn't sound like fun does it? But it was also an ecstatic feeling, to be able to do this, to push my body beyond what I once thought possible.
Mt. Whitney, she stands 14,496ft above sea level
A picture of me at the summit, still somewhat ecstatic
Pike's Peak, 14,110ft above sea level
Mt. Saint Helen, an active volcano (this hike was done on my birthday so we are celebrating with champagne)
The hike up to Vernal Falls is only about 3.4 miles round trip (compared to 22 for Mt. Whitney) but it was as challenging as all the other 3 put together. It is on the Mist trail, on the way to Half Dome. (I hiked up to Half Dome a few years ago without major effort) When I reached the top my legs felt like rubber, my body was soaked in sweat and I could barely breath. I honestly never felt this way in any hike before this one. My self-esteem plummeted. Where is my stamina? I did a lot of thinking, yes I did. I had a moment with myself and my expectations about this parenting thing. My fight was more psychological than physical but it manifested itself as an overall energy drain all over my body. Looking back it's quite hilarious but I was so upset about the idea that my son would "never" enjoy hiking that I put all my energy into that thought (and subsequent ones) and they completely engrossed me. At the end of the hike all was better when I realized how stupid I had been. I'm still laughing about it actually.
I've been doing a lot of thinking these last few days. This parenting thing is a funny one. We bring so much baggage into it that we must take the time to sort through it and identify what we are comfortable keeping and what we must immediately let go of. I've done quite a big of purging and will probably do a lot more in the days/weeks/years to follow. My days may never have the predictability they once did, but I love challenges so I'm taking this one on. These days I rarely wear high heels, my hair is never done properly and I'm lucky to splatter makeup on my face once in a while. I'm a size larger than I'm happy with and my wardrobe is 7 years outdated. Most of the time I'm ok with that. Some days I'm not. But I always have a choice, to embrace my current life's situation and the best gifts of my life, my children, or to fret about what once was. I asked Dave if he thought we would ever hike up to Mt. Whitney again and he said, "of course" but it may still just be the two of us. I smiled.
My partner in crime and best hiking buddy, Zion National Park, my 30th birthday celebration
My new life: I love it! 99.8% of the time, and that's ok