Some Kind Of Love

My 8 year old, a somewhat avid hiker

Somewhere between his first hike when he was 4 years old and now

A love blossomed

A love for the nature, for the mountains, or for walking miles

I can’t be sure and neither can he

Perhaps it is the weather high up that makes all things pleasant

Or perhaps it’s the fruit of perseverance that got him hooked

An affinity so real

unveiled in the stories he wrote

Stories of his many hikes

Details that had left us

but had became part of him

He was thrilled by this last minute trip

An enthusiasm so contagious

which gotten me lasted longer than I could

He hiked every single day

There was no time for jet lag

nor time to nurse his sunburnt lip

or his badly swollen blood shot eyes from an unknown allergy

Nothing seems to stop him

Not the pain nor the treacherous terrain

Perhaps too juvenile to comprehend the danger that lurks

But not too long ago

he was this little baby who needed help to go over the smallest hurdle

and a hand to cross the littlest stream

now he checks on Mum just to make sure all is well

[Photo taken during one of our hikes when he was 4 years old]

I am awed, happy and greatly humbled

by this passion he has found at this tender age

The kind of passion that still eludes me



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