My daughter is fearless. (She’s also in a scary running away from Mommy and Daddy phase, but that’s not what I’m writing about.) Annie is fearless. She idolizes her big brother and wants to do whatever he’s able to do. Well, last week, after Harry’s drama class, we were letting the kids play on the playground adjacent to the pool at the Lynnwood Recreation Center.
She wanted to get onto platform that was only accessible by climbing a climbing wall, a chain, a net, or one of those poles surrounded by a spiral tube. Alissa’s rule for playground equipment is simple. If you can get onto it, you can use it, and that’s what she told Annie. Naturally, Annie climbed, inch by inch up the spiral. After a few tense moments when I had to spot her and keep myself from pulling her off of her perch, she reached the top and crossed the gap to the platform. She then proceeded to work her way across to the other structure on the net. She almost made it, easily negotiating her way around a support pole before becoming too confused by the changing angle of the net.
This weekend, we wandered over to the elementary school in Cashmere to let the kids ride their new scooters. They were more interested in the play structures. One impressively tall structure sported a climbing wall. Harry’s just started conquering these things, and he’s still a bit tentative on them, although less so with each ascent. Well, we had our attention on Alissa’s parents for a few seconds. When we turned back, Annie was two thirds of the way up the thing, oblivious that she must have been ten to twelve feet above the ground. She was climbing in Crocs, and she didn’t even use the railing to pull herself up onto the platform at the top.
She’s not yet three years old!
I have a sneaking suspicion that Annie’s the type of kid who has to fall to learn her lessons, and not just in the literal sense. It could make for some interesting times in the years ahead. But I wouldn’t trade those times for anything.