There was a moment I started to stress about how I would get myself down. On the way up I read a plaque where a woman had fallen to her death, so it freaked me out and I started to doubt my ability. I remember saying to my husband that I hoped a helicopter could land on top of the mountain, because that's the only way I would be getting down from here.
|Marion's lookout - me pointing at the cliff I had to climb!|
It was at that moment I knew I had to trust myself and climb the cliff.
Amazingly I did it.
I climbed the freaking cliff and found myself at the top of Cradle Mountain looking over Dove Lake and the beautiful surrounds.
We were so fortunate to have a clear, crisp winter's day with the most spectacular of views. This was 11 years ago, so before we had a mobile with a camera!
|The spectacular view of Cradle Mountain, Tasmania|
|I did it! I climbed the freaking cliff!|
Why am I sharing this story I hear you ask.
I guess I haven't been trusting myself enough lately, and needed to remember a time when I did. I have been second-guessing my decisions and not being honest with myself.
As a parent I need to trust myself more. I need to trust in what I believe is the right thing, and trust what my husband and I are doing as parents is right and not care what others say.