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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Conquering Dad Mountain

My Daddy and me
My Dad and I had a trick.
Something that only Daddy and I could do.
It was my favourite thing in the world.
Let me tell you about it . . .
My Dad was strong.
And tall.
He could take my hands and hold me steady while I walked up his body.
I know this sounds like something out of Cirque Du Soleil, but it’s true.
I would lift my feet and plant them on his legs, then walk up till I reached his chest.
Then - and this is the exciting part - I would flip over and start again.
It was immensely fun.
For a four-year-old, hugely entertaining.
And didn’t happen nearly enough.
Dad would come in the door and be greeted by, “Daddy! Daddy! Pick me up!”
Obligingly, he would take my hands and let me use him as an acrobatic frame for my . . . acrobatics.
Again and again.
Then smile and set me down and go on with his duties.
I would happily return to mine.
This went on for years.
Years.
Then one day, I think I must have been about nine, Dad uttered the fateful words, “Sorry, honey, you’re just too heavy for me!”
I stared at him, aghast.
How could this be?
He was still taller than me.
Stronger than me.
Broader than . . . you get the picture.
How could I possibly be too heavy for him?
But, sadly, it was true.
And, just like that, my 'Daddy’s-Frame' climbing days were over.
Sigh.
Last night, I was watching one of our youngest granddaughters climb up her daddy.
Giggling happily as she did so.
And suddenly, I was remembering.
Being four-years-old again.
Holding my Daddy’s hands.
Using his help and his frame to do my acrobatics.
Daddy is nearly ninety. Frail and shrunken.
Climbing for each of us is in the past.
But we have the memory.

12 comments:

  1. I know you didn't mean to make me cry.

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    1. I really didn't. Of course I made me cry...

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  2. Me too. In the corner with Delores. Crying.

    I'm guessing maybe you too, Diane. Hugs.

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  3. Joining the crying corner. Such a beautiful memory.

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    1. You too, Lana? It's the sweet memories Daddy club!

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  4. It's a beautiful memory.
    I never did the climbing frame with my dad, but each of my kids climbed their dad from about two years old until they started school.

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  5. The amazing feats our father's could accomplish!

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  6. We should all buy stock in Kleenex! Ihave a similar crystal clear memory of doing that flip with my dad! Thanks for jogging it to the surface today!

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