The Climb (Third - Turd - Start)
It’s a struggle to get to the top.
But the moment you reach the summit, you look back and realize how necessary and beautiful the climb was, even when your fat little legs wobbled themselves almost nearly off the ledge. Maybe you can bend that metaphor to fit our current life in baseball. Maybe not.
Real life: my one year old did this entire climb ALL by herself. From the ground to the exact spot her little butt is sitting. While I was out of the room. Seriously. You can imagine both my shocked horror and overwhelming pride when I rushed in to toddler screeches yelling, “SHE’S ON MY BED!!!” Goodbye loft ladder.
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