I’m sitting in a restaurant watching a young couple and their baby girl.  The washrooms are on the second floor and it was time for mother and daughter to explore.

Mom held the child’s hands and assisted with the climbing but there was definitely weight-bearing going on.  I watched an ascending young face.  The mouth was curled in an “O”.  “This is new, mom!”

Here’s what I beheld, although this is a photo from the Internet:

So cool.  Just beginning the climbs of life.

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And then there’s me.  In recent weeks, my hips have been getting tighter and I’ve committed to stretch every day for a half-hour.  My apartment is still 51 steps up.  “As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be …” 

When I’m climbing out there in the world, I really struggle if the vertical distance from one riser to the next is more than usual.

Here’s another photo that gives you the idea:

And I suppose that in the years between the baby and the old guy, most climbers don’t even notice the climb.

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Ahh … new for the child, new for me

We keep exploring our world