At eye level to this scenic view, I can clearly remember how I was in some serious self-talk at this point. Braving each kunat step going up our route’s major ascent when my phone suddenly rang really loud because mi mudra is calling to greet me a Happy Birthday!
I had to take the call because the sound has to stop (if it were someone else’s phone I’d be very annoyed) and of course because it was Mama. She knows what I was up to that morning but I doubt if I gave her a clear picture of what I was getting into.
Or on a second thought, there’s no need really.
Like any child who is convinced that she is old enough to decide of what’s good for her, while any possible parental objection maybe welcomed, she chooses to filter what to share and what to hold back.
And I find that moment really sweet, candid and very humbling.
With all the pride that I was carrying in me for running by myself, not podium finish fast but just going non-stop, that moment planted my feet back on a flat and solid ground. The irony of breathing in all the energy and strength while at a mountaintop and at the same time feeling like a little girl who looks forward the most to her parents’ birthday greeting.
And so my decision to devote my time in just keeping on and less on the “unnecessary”, meaning no picture taking, had to be bent a little.
… because that moment reminded me that my mother is an ever unfailing presence in most of my difficult climbs (literal and figurative) – some thrown my way, some because of my own doing. 😂
Missing you so much, Papa! I love you.