Climbing: An Opportunity to Trust

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When it comes to climbing, I trust my daughter and follow her lead.

My daughter is a climber. I ask if she needs help. She is honest and accurate about when help is needed. I don’t push her if she doesn’t seem to want pushing. godaddy site down . I might encourage if she seems frustrated but capable.

I have the rule that she has to climb up herself.

I do not help her get to high places that she could not get to herself. This gives me the confidence to know we are generally in the realm of her capabilities at a given time.

One time, I faced the most difficult challenge to my trust ever: the merry-go-round deluxe.

One park we go to has a merry-go-round with a rope “tree” on top of it. So it’s just like a rope ladder/net that you usually see at playgrounds, but it is shaped like a tree that goes up steeply to a point. The rope structure is maybe 10 feet with five levels. That is 10 ft from the base you sit on, so it’s about 15 ft tall at the top.

My daughter was just under two years old and three feet tall.

She climbs up two levels and looks at me to see if it is ok to keep climbing. I can tell she is into it and has the energy and emotional state to do it. I encourage her natural desire to try. Of course, my heart is jumping because this thing goes way up higher than she has ever been.

I secretly try to convince myself that she doesn’t want to climb all the way up.

I let her climb one, two levels independently but with my hands ready. The third level…alright, now we’re near my head. She’s never chosen to go beyond this level. She looks at me again and says, “I want to climb up.”

BREATHE…“Yes, you can climb up.”

She does so easily, with good balance and focus. Now she is well above my head. I can barely reach her. She looks at me one more time, wants to climb to the top level.

I can barely….BREATHE…..

I want to say something to stop her, but she feels ready. I put my fear aside and put my hands as close as I can, still feet away because she’s so high. It takes some doing for her to get up to the next level. I can tell there is a bit of doubt in there, but there is also determination. I keep my mouth shut in case I break her confidence. She pulls herself together and all of a sudden…

She climbs up! Huge, triumphant grin on her face. The “I did it” look.

I also smiled at her mission accomplished, but I couldn’t help myself letting her know she could come back down if she wanted (hint hint). I was kind of bummed I let my trust waver, though, because when I made myself visually check in with her what I saw was that she knew she had gone to her limit and was completely ready to come back down. She scrambled down, and we had a little huggy, close moment before she ran off to play as if nothing momentous had just happened.

While my daughter conquered this towering structure, I conquered my fear in the name of trust.

That was the farthest I have ever been pushed. It was rough. I know everyone was watching us to see how things would go, but I had to continue to trust my daughter, even against my own judgment. I can imagine how others feel fearful with lower, less complicated structures if they aren’t used to letting their children climb or if their children don’t exhibit the readiness and body awareness but are placed up high.

The comic relief came in just after the action sequence.

As my heart starts beating more regularly, I found myself on the toddler side where there was one of those rung ladders. In fact, it is a short, vertical version of the rung ladder the 17 month old expertly climbs in this video. I was talking with my friend and saw that my daughter had walked over to the ladder, about 6 feet away, and wanted to climb.

We had gone through our trust building around that task the last time we came, so I knew she could do it and left her alone. I did check to see that she was capable and confident in that moment and saw she was being careful. I kept talking to my friend about how I felt terrified when she ran away for the first time that morning. I turned my head to check on her while telling my friend “she’s never done that before!”

I then saw that the dad who had been watching her anxiously this whole time and staring incredulously at me expecting me to help. He now had his hands fluttering all close under her and said in response “I know! They can fall from this thing!” He said this with a tone that was a “don’t you know they can fall, o’ mom who is uncaring and inattentive?!” He thought I was telling him that she’s never climbed that ladder thing before and was appalled that I was letting her climb independently.

And I laughed! Because I just had my heart wrenched out of my chest from that merry-go-round tree thing and this felt like NOTHING! 

He didn’t know what he had stumbled on, though, as I dismissively told him “Oh, she’s done that before just fine.” Soon after, his son tried climbing the same ladder and clearly could have (and was), but the dad told him not to because it was dangerous. That felt sad. Even if the dad did not let him climb all the way, a rung or two would have been fun learning for him.

I then realized that letting children climb is about more than fun or safety. 

This climbing experience at the park was a challenging exercise in trust. When children are climbing, they are making choices for themselves and living independently (if we let them). We demonstrate our loving trust in them when we let them play freely and rejoice with them in their efforts.

Children use our trust in them as a base from which to launch themselves toward the peaks of their imaginations.

My daughter imagined herself at the top of the tree, and then she set about making it so. It was difficult to trust my child in those moments at the top. I so easily could have plucked her off the structure or discouraged her from climbing. I believe I would be communicating a distrust in her, however, and I don’t want her to be limited by my fears. If I can’t let her climb as a toddler, how will my fear and distrust limit her when she is a teenager? How will my distrust affect our relationship or her sense of self? Whatever it is, the outcome of parenting out of fear is not desirable.

Climbing, then, is seen for what it is: an opportunity to trust and build a strong relationship for the future.  

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  • Heike
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    What a great story! Both my children are climbers, and I get a lot of stunned looks by other parents, too. Just a few weekends ago, my 5-year-old decided to climb up on top of an 8 foot high monkey bar structure, to stand up, and jump down into the sand below. I felt like you did: scared a little, but I, too, bit my tongue. She climbed & jumped, over and over again, with this huge smile on her face. I watched her – and the other parents who were visibly stunned that I didn’t make her stop. I hope I’ll continue to be able to find the right balance of supporting my children as they explore, and ensuring they stay safe (i.e., don’t do anything that leads to permanent injury.)

    • Sheila
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      Yes, Heike, I have that same hope. I have a post coming very soon I think will speak to that very balance of support and safety. It can be difficult with the ever present threat of permanent injury. Truly, though, I am amazed at how nimble children can be, even as they fall. Fascinating to watch. I acknowledge the great value of you holding a space (and your tongue) for your child. Whether she expresses it or not, she thanks you. I thank you for reading! ~sheila

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