CWK eMAG ISSUE 01 Issue #1 - Page 8

What a confusing time for her . Her will to be with her Dad won and with the look of fear and confusion in her eyes she said she was going up .
At this point , despite her determination , I knew she would not go far . Call it Mother ’ s intuition , I saw in her eyes a look . It broke my heart . On one hand , she wanted to make her Dad proud . On the other , she was scared and confused .
We called Wayne on his mobile a few times and finally she relaxed . Kate , Ashlee and I took our time and enjoyed the Marla Walk along the base . They both soaked up all the stories and culture . They loved seeing the ‘ school ’ and we all discussed how life might have been . Daddy called from the top and we all enjoyed listening to him explain what he could see . “ Miles of nothing !”
I watched her walk away , once again , tears streaming down my face . Kate was by my side and at 5 years old , she was unaware of all the kafuffle . She just wanted to know when we could get an ice cream !
Ashlee made it about 30 metres up before she came running back to me . I grabbed her in my arms and deep down I was so proud of her . We were both crying now and the words that came out of her mouth made me cry even more .
“ Oh Mum , the Aborigines … the Aborigines … Oh Mum , they really don ’ t want us to climb , we shouldn ’ t climb … Oh Mum …”.
At this point , I was glad the message had sunk in … but then it turned to …“ Oh Mum … Daddy ’ s going to die !! It ’ s so steep , I couldn ’ t do it … people die Mum … Why did Daddy go ?” ( Shit !)
Just over 2 hours later Wayne made his way down the rock . He was exhausted and the girls raced to him with arms wide open , gushing all over him . He was safe ! He was happy ! Despite my emotionally draining morning , I was happy for him too … and so glad that it was all over .
The next hour was spent consoling my poor emotional little 8 year old daughter , loving her so much at this point because of all the pulls and tugs on her emotions , all the processing of information was just too much for her but at the same time she was learning so much !
There is no moral to our story , no lessons for others to learn . This little one is about US , what we felt and how we managed the age old question : To climb , or not to climb ? Will you be climbing ?
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What a confusing time for her. Her will to be with her Dad won and with the look of fear and confusion in her eyes she said she was going up. At this point, despite her determination, I knew she would not go far. Call it Mother’s intuition, I saw in her eyes a look. It broke my heart. On one hand, she wanted to make her Dad proud. On the other, she was scared and confused. We called Wayne on his mobile a few times and finally she relaxed. Kate, Ashlee and I took our time and enjoyed the Marla Walk along the base. They both soaked up all the stories and culture. They loved seeing the ‘school’ and we all discussed how life might have been. Daddy called from the top and we all enjoyed listening to him explain what he could see. “Miles of nothing!” I watched her walk away, once again, tears streaming down my face. Kate was by my side and at 5 years old, she was unaware of all the kafuffle. She just wanted to know when we could get an ice cream! Ashlee made it about 30 metres up before she came running back to me. I grabbed her in my arms and deep down I was so proud of her. We were both crying now and the words that came out of her mouth made me cry even more. “Oh Mum, the Aborigines…the Aborigines…Oh Mum, they really don’t want us to climb, we shouldn’t climb…Oh Mum…”. At this point, I was glad the message had sunk in… but then it turned to…“Oh Mum…Daddy’s going to die!! It’s so steep, I couldn’t do it… people die Mum…Why did Daddy go?” (Shit!) Just over 2 hours later Wayne made his way down the rock. He was exhausted and the girls raced to him with arms wide open, gushing all over him. He was safe! He was happy! Despite my emotionally draining morning, I was happy for him too…and so glad that it was all over. The next hour was spent consoling my poor emotional little 8 year old daughter, loving her so much ]\[X]\Hو[H[˜[Yۈ\[[[ۜ[H\[ق[ܛX][ۈ\\]X܈\]]H[YH[YHH\X\[]XB\H\[ܘ[\ܞK\ۜ܂\X\\]HۙH\X]T]H[[HX[YYHYH]Y\[ێ[X܈[X[[HB[X[‘SBBQBS’B””SԑHPœYB