Labor and a 14er

Saturday 7/12 I hiked a 14er with my daughter Kristin, son-in-law Erik and friends of theirs. They allow the old lady to come along and how very grateful I am for that. It provides safety, security and motivation to keep moving.

We not only hiked one 14er, but we crossed the saddle and hiked up to the summit of another. Gray’s/Torrey’s. I probably wouldn’t have traversed across that saddle if it hadn’t been for the enthusiasm of this young group of people.

Labor and hiking a 14er? What do they have in common. For 9 months we anticipate the birth of our child. We prepare. We anticipate. Alittle fear is mixed into the pot. But for the most part joyful anticipation. The day comes, labor begins. The first few pains are tolerable. I can handle this. Implement that breathing you learn in your Lamaze classes. Relax, hee, paa, hee, paa. As the hours go by, the tolerance is lowered….GREATLY! ]
Please let this end! What was I thinking?! I didn’t want to do this, again! Get this thing out of me!! Finally! One last push of energy (literally!) and you hear that cry. You are handed that beautiful baby, and memory of the pain begins to fade. You thank God for the good health of yourself and your baby.

I’ve done 14er’s before. This was my 4th and 5th. I stay in pretty good shape. Not one to do extreme aerobics, but I’m very active. So preparations are made. I love the drive into the mountains. The excitement builds. The anticipation grows. Alittle fear is mixed into the pot. We start the walk. At first I think, this is ok. I can breathe….sort of. Hee, paas don’t work here though. An hour into the hike, we come upon a sign that says, the trail starts here!
What?! Then the real labor begins. It’s no longer fun. It’s hard to look up. It’s really hard to breathe. You begin to say please let it end! Are we done yet? What was I thinking? I didn’t want to do this again!! Get this thing over with! One last push of energy. “Come on Mom!”
I hear Kristin say. The summit is reached! The view is amazing! And the memory of the pain begins to fade. All I see is the beauty God has so graciously created for me. I am thankful for a body that is able to do such a thing.

Am I ready to do another one? Not for awhile. The memory of the pain needs to fade alittle more. More than that, the actual physical pain in my legs needs to heal alot more!! OUCH!

So much of my life is tied to my children. Sometimes I think too much. However, I find analogies to mothering in so many other events in my life. It’s a good feeling. It’s a great accomplishment; raising 7 children. What better thing is there for me to do with my life?
Nothing. Except maybe hiking the next 14er.

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About Karen G. Miller

Wife of John G. Miller, author of the QBQ! book. Mother of 7 (plus 4 in-laws) and "Grandma Nonnie" to 7! Beach Body coach! Co-author of "Raising Accountable Kids." Follower of Jesus Christ.
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