Lessons from the past

Last week, we got away and had some time to play good and hard in the dirt and have a change of scenery.

(Little did we know what was in store for us…)

The girls have been fascinated on and off with all things Native American lately, so I really wanted to take them on this special hike.  Grandma was adventurous enough to come along.

(This picture is of the one easy stretch of trail, about 20 feet long.)

It was wild and rugged, and the pictures cannot possibly do justice to the trail (mostly because I couldn’t even hold a camera except on a few easy stretches).

Mom and I struggled to keep the littles together and our knees were crying by the end,

but the girls absolutely loved it.

It was like stepping back in time for them.

Their imaginations were reeling…

…what could have inspired a person so much over a thousand years ago to stop in this spot and write?

What would it have been like to be a momma, a baby, a little girl on those rocks and in those trails?

It was like touching the past.

It was a long and exhausting hike, but the older girls loved every second of it.

This little lady did not.

She wasn’t feeling well that day and the ruggedness was a bit much for a girl who wanted to get down and walk, but couldn’t possibly.

She screamed the whole way down the mountain.

Her cries echoed off the rocks as petroglyphs stared back at me.

Meanwhile, grandma wrestled a tired three-year-old who would often just plant her bum in the ground and declare she was done.

I couldn’t help but think of mommas for thousands of years who have struggled to give their kids a wonderful life, who must have been consumed with guilt and pain when things went unpleasantly for their children, instead of the life they dreamed of giving.

This hike was just a small, insignificant instance of that, but still, I felt it.

I had wanted the girls to have a quiet, awe-inspiring, reverent experience.

In reality, insistant baby screams echoed off the rocks and the winding, ofttimes perilous paths.

I thought things were ruined for my big girls.

But they weren’t.  As my mom pointed out time and again, the girls didn’t even hear it.

They were so happy to be there.  They were so excited to touch the rocks and to test their bodies on the trail.

In the end, we had given them something wonderful, after all.

It was hard, yes.  But in the end, the gift was received and the wonder felt, and all that they remembered was the thrill of it.

No one talked that night to daddy about a crying baby or a tired toddler (except me).

(Yes, that is the trail.  Thank goodness for red hats that help me keep track of adventurous children.)

The miracle of life is that somehow, when we are trying our best, those gaps that come from circumstance or imperfections are filled, good emerges, and joy is remembered.

9 Responses

  1. Looks like it was quite the adventure! It’s good to remember that the crying baby stage will pass ;) Thanks for the reminder!

    April 30, 2013 at 12:04 pm

  2. Teresa

    And it will pass all-too-quickly…but what an amazing adventure! Reminds me of the place that Mark’s family is from in NM. The phrase that comes to mind is “Perfectly Imperfect!”

    May 1, 2013 at 8:38 am

  3. Debbie Domenici

    Looks like it was a fun and education adventure that they will always remember! Your girls are beautiful and their matching outfits are so cute. You are doing a great job mama!

    May 2, 2013 at 9:00 pm

  4. absolutely breathtaking. my girls would go crazy there!

    May 5, 2013 at 8:05 pm

  5. Liesel

    Beautiful! Where were you? I think Mary and Sylvia are kindred spirits.

    May 8, 2013 at 11:05 am

    • Ann

      We were at the Petroglyphs at McConkie Ranch in Dry Fork Canyon, UT. :)

      May 12, 2013 at 12:52 am

      • Debbie Domenici

        Awe, we’d love to try to come out and visit sometime when you are out there! Don’t want to interrupt and take from family time though.

        May 13, 2013 at 8:40 pm

  6. And your sister was like, “oh yeah, you can totally do that hike, it’s easy, no problem!” lol

    Glad they had fun :)

    May 26, 2013 at 3:34 pm

    • Ann

      Oh my, don’t worry! It was awesome! You totally warned me enough. Don’t worry! It’s a little hard to gauge how hard a hike will be for a 3 year old when you’re 30. :)

      May 28, 2013 at 11:04 am

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