I remember the odd alpine start on a climb where I was geared up and ready to go, but faced a delay. Whether a partner needed some extra time or the weather was suddenly looking questionable, unexpected delays such as these have often sucked the energy right out of me. This morning my husband remarked that this is how he feels as we wait for our baby to initiate his or her entrance into the world, and I certainly agree.
Suddenly I’m counting down the days, not months. As I write this morning I am taken back to the very roots of this project.
As we enter parenthood it has been a regular part of our conversation to plan a trip internationally before our baby reaches his or her first birthday. We feel that the best way for us to learn how to keep doing the things we love is to keep doing them. I am also a firm believer that children, no matter their age, benefit from being exposed to different cultures and environments, even if it is only on a visceral level when they are so tiny. But, I can’t tell you how many times in the last half year I have heard someone tell me or suggest that we can put our travel ambitions aside once the baby arrives.
People out here need hiking, camping, skiing and the full gamut of outdoor activities to remain sane (some would argue alive). It’s like air. And I didn’t realize how different some parenting models are from what I grew up with back in Ontario until I saw the kinds of things people are inclined to do outdoors with their kids. I think I’m on my way to becoming one of these kind of parents, and here’s why.