So, the ladies have decided to try to conquer some of the East Coast Trails this summer and I decided in my infinite wisdom to join them. We attempted one of the ‘easier’ trails on Saturday amidst the rain and muck and slippery-as-fuck rocks. Did I say I ‘attempted’ the trail? Yeah.
The cliff of no return
Graceful as fuck
I’m over here!
As you can see by the photos, I’m not only waaaay behind ALL of them, I’m also as graceful as fuck when crossing the streams and smooth as silk rocks that beg you to just TRY to pirouette over them without slamming your face into theirs. Seriously, East Coast Trail Association…your definition of ‘easy’ is so very different than mine.
Also, notice the sky high cliffs with the death-drops that defy anyone to take a jump and actually live to tell about it. Bestie is not allowed to work at the suicide hotline after saying she could give tips if someone really wanted to be done away with life. “I could just tell them where the best cliff is to make sure they’re not coming back. No question on that one. Oooh…just look at that drop! There’s NO WAY your face will be recognizable after that!” See? She is your go-to girl for maps on telling life to take a flying leap…literally.
I’m expecting the next adventure to be just as ‘fun’ as this one. It was enjoyable, except for the ‘wait for me’ and ‘do we have to cross that rushing water again?’ moments. I’m just glad I didn’t have to pee.
Here are the links where to find the trails and the descriptions of each one. If you’re out this way this summer, take on a trail but be prepared. Take water, snacks, maps and maybe somebody who is sturdy on their feet.
Our first foray into trail hiking was this one: Silver Mine Head Path http://eastcoasttrail.ca/trail/view.php?id=24
With all the bad news in the world, I thought it would be a perfect time to engage everyone into tips on parenting young people. You know. So, we can move forward into the great unknown with a renewed sense of purpose through empowering our young people to be more positive and productive. And because we need people to lead our universe without using the idiom of building walls or threatening minorities. Less assholes, more leaders. Yes, we have that power.
- Watch your words. They can hurt easily. They can also provide an ongoing narrative of encouragement and support. Your choice. Hearing “I Love you” every day is much better than nothing. Silence is heartbreaking. Unless you are alone and the kiddies are safely tucked away, then it’s wine.
- Speak the truth. Trying to lie your way out of a question can be damning. There’s Google and damned Wikipedia so the youngin’s think they have you covered on the information gathering. Also, a little life truth never hurt anybody. My quote this week of “Get used to it kid. It’s not all lollipops and unicorns” sent D2 into a wow moment. Truth.
- A little struggle never hurt anybody. Learning anything new is hard. Growing up is hard. Going to school is hard. Getting your first job is hard. Getting out of bed is hard. LIFE IS HARD. We have all struggled with something. It’s getting past that struggle and moving on that builds character. Instead of trying to save the child, stand beside the child while he saves himself. You will do him a grander favor by supporting, not carrying.
- Get a sense of humour, will ‘ya? Teaching the child that laughing at a situation instead of worrying or crying over it is a much better option. Nothing is ever that bad, that pointing out the absence of obvious logic isn’t funny.
- Teaching compassion. We need to do this more often. Sensitivity and learning how to be decent to other human beings is glaringly absent from social media these days. Teach kindness. Nice words. Kind gestures. Open a door for somebody. Say something nice to your child about somebody else. Point out something they did nice for someone. They may have thought you didn’t notice their good deed or didn’t realize what they did, made an impact on that person. Every action has a reaction. Every word and deed has an impact on every other person. It’s how the world works.
- Relationships are the crux of our universe. People need to learn how to relate to other people in order to survive. Even something as simple as ordering from a menu, speaking on the telephone, asking directions, making appointments, etc. If communication is challenging, then accepting that challenge and finding ways to deal with it is a big deal. Accepting of others challenges can make and break a person’s ability to relate. How you speak to someone stays with him for a long time. Take your time. Choose your words. Young teens venture into the foray of relationships with wobbly legs and fearful eyes. Rightly so. It’s a jungle out there. We can support their journey with big ears and some pointedly accurate words. “Yes. He sounds like he has an issue with you being funny. Tell him to sog off.” “Yes. She sounds like she has an issue with you being friends with Jenny and Janet and Quinn. Tell her to sog off.” I joke, but not really. Allowing the young person to tell someone when something is wrong or doesn’t feel right, is a great way to empower her. We tell our kids to be nice and listen. We also need to give them the right to say ‘back off’ when they need to. It’s a balance thing.
- Bad things happen to good people. Tragedy is as much a part of life as breathing. Unfortunately, it will touch everybody at some point. Grief is a part of letting go. Allowing them to grieve and feel sad and cry is allowing them to be human. Emotions should not be put down as a sign of weakness or strength, but as a part of being a human being.
- Rise above. By this I mean to remember to be better than the small person talking smack about somebody else. Rise above that shit. Be better than that. Remember that if someone is saying something negative, return with a positive. Like a tennis match. She lobs a negative remark, you return with a positive. She strikes back with a ‘but she’s a bitch’ and you hit the ace with ‘she’s had a rough week with her ex and needs our support, not our shit.’ YOU WIN. Too often we are quick to judge or quick to put down without knowing the full story. Get the story or say something supportive. Kids learn by example. If you try to remember to remain positive and it becomes your reflex, your kids will follow suit. It really is that simple.
I know I’ve spouted a lot of stuff here, but the basic message is to remain positive. Even if the arse end has fallen out of ‘er, try to rise above. Be better. Be respectful. Remember kindness. Human dignity. Compassion. It can still exist. We are all capable of rising above the small shit.
So, I went on vacation and took some pictures. I should not be in charge of pictures. I’ll show you a snippet of what I took with my iPhone. It’s a good thing Apple doesn’t totally trust me with electronics and fixes shit. Here are some pics I thought made my trip to Hawaii more interesting.
Pineapples growing in rows. Yummmm..only, can you see them?
Everyone should have a self-portrait complete with a natural wind machine. I couldn’t recreate this shot if I tried.
A giant phallic symbol growing out of the ground. Awesome!
Of course, it wouldn’t be complete without a sunset over the water…I was aiming for that ship in the distance. SEE IT?! IT’S OVER THERE!!
I found this very interesting. A gun club in Waikiki. REALLY?! Vacation =shooting practice. Hmmmm. The top stair that says bring out your ‘Dirty Harry’ really makes you scratch your head.
Notice the finger hovering over the top? Yeah. So good at pics.
Officers poker tournament. I LOST BADLY…Look at that concentration…on everyone, but me. I’m wondering where ma drink is…
There you go. Pics to prove that unskilled photogs do exist. That last pic was compliments of a friend we met on-board, who thankfully is more skilled than I. Thanks, Ron. You rock.
I wrote this on a plane whilst travelling the past two weeks. I spied a young mother, expertly organized, travelling alone with her infant daughter. She had a contraption that could strap the child in to her body if so desired for feeding or for sleeping, but could also release her. She had food at the ready, toys, blanket, diapers, wipes and seemed to pull any and all of these necessities from out of the air. I remembered the days of babies and not being so expertly organized. I was impressed and in awe with that young mom. The little baby had everything she needed and was content and occupied the entire 5 hour flight. That’s why moms are awesome. This observation is what inspired this post. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms who would claw out their eyeballs for their kids without blinking an eye. Well, the other eye…
Mothers are the glue that hold the world together. If a child needed an eye, the mom would claw it out with her bare hands and hand it to the kid. “Here. Take it and go.” No questions. No fuss. She would just pry it out and give it up. “Here. I still have the other one. No, really. I’m fine.”
Now, a Dad may take another direction. He would first consider the request and then start reviewing his options. He would have to ascertain the most obviously painless way possible to remove his eye. Surgery? Laser? Can it be done? How much time would it take? I NEED PAINKILLERS. Does the kid REALLY need my eye?! Then, he would likely move on to solve the whole ‘aesthetically pleasing’ thing. What would I look like without my eye? Can I still maintain my masculine mystique with one eyeball?! Sunglasses work for some guys, is that a permanent possibility? Ray Bans are cool….I wonder if I get a different hairstyle, if that would cover the gaping whole in my face? Hmmm…. Lastly, he would have to consider vision. How can a guy see with one eye? Would I need a cane to get around? So much to consider. A team would be called in. Consultations would have to be made. There would be meetings. LOTS of meetings. Reports. Graphs. PIE CHARTS.
For a mom, there’s just a kid needing her eye. She finds the quickest way possible to allow him to function, so why not just give him hers. That’s it. Simple, really. No discussion, no fuss, a little mess but hey it’s worth it. The kid has an eye. Oh, the stuff he can do now that mom has given him her eye.
Sacrifice. Dedication. Love.
All without Pie Charts.
Glue. Mommies are glue.