Since the beginning, this website was positioned to examine the transition of outdoor adventurers to parenthood, the emphasis being on transition. But a transition implies there is an end point or a new phase – like reaching a summit – and so far in parenthood, I feel like I’m on a neverending climb. Just when I think I have reached the top, when I think perhaps I have made that ‘transition’, I realize I have so much farther to go.
I can’t put my finger on the exact moment I first heard the phrase, but it stuck with me. I think I was pregnant and probably soaking up all the best advice I could get on being a positive influence on my child. In my mind, my own attitude played an important role in raising a happy, healthy, and confident little girl in a world that often praises good achievements and performances. The words came to mind again today during a routine trip to the playground…
I have read a lot about outdoor parenting over the years. These five books stand out.
Fast-forward two years, and I live in a different scenario. The realities of life and financial needs call me back into the workforce. My burning desire for adventure calls me out into the mountains. And my toddler’s need for independence and understanding calls me into the most intense throes of parenting to date. Now I am simultaneously a mother, wife, and adventure-seeking individual with a need to make money in this world.