Blogging from A to Z – F – Fearless

Moving abroad, especially to a country where you don’t speak the language, is a lot of things.  It’s challenging, it’s exciting, it’s a brand new experience every day.  Sometimes I think it was stupid, but most of the time I think it’s great.  It’s not for everyone.  I’m not sure that it’s for me long term, even, but we’re just a few months into this, so we’ll see.

I don’t often describe myself as brave, but I think that being here proves that I have a certain fearlessness in me.

And being here with Andy and G is allowing me to see their fearlessness, too.

Like Andy facing his fear of heights to go on the ski lift with G and me.

Somehow, and I’m hoping that it’s not just that I’m a horrible wife, I went years without realizing that Andy has a pretty significant fear of heights.  I guess he just doesn’t let it get in the way of doing things he wants to do in spite of the height.  It’s impressive.

It was really cloudy while we were going up the mountain, so it’s hard to get a really good sense of how high we were… But trust me, it was high.

I guess this captures it a bit.

This one, too. Those people look pretty small.

These people are fearless, too, as far as I’m concerned.

Genevieve reminds me a lot of myself as a child in that she’s very timid and not very adventurous.  One time I decided to be super brave and climb a tree, I slipped and fell out and ended up with stitches on the top of my head.  That pretty much taught me that I needed to keep my feet on the ground.  I’ve also never been very outgoing around new people and I notice that a lot in G when she’s around other kids (except the kids from her daycare back in Peoria), whether they speak English or not.

She is breaking out of her shell a little bit, though, which is great to see!

Brave girl jumping! #lavieve #latergram #waylatergram #toofastforthecamera

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Perhaps this speaks to my poor parenting skills (although I would frame it as I’m trying to embrace the European way of not hovering over my child), but I didn’t even see G climb up! She got herself to the top and then called to me, “Mama! Look!” I did have to help her climb down, but I was so proud of her for climbing up all by herself. She had tried, with help, a few times before and always wanted back down before reaching the top.

On our next zoo trip, she even tried climbing one of the taller ladders! So brave!

Big or small, we’ve all made strides in facing our fears since moving to Basel, and when I’m having a rough day here, I think about those advances as a reason to stay.

3 thoughts on “Blogging from A to Z – F – Fearless

  1. Oiy, I admire you for having the courage to pull out your camera on a ski lift. I’d have been Andy, grasping onto my child for dear life and afraid to look down. I think you’re being a great mom. We do hover too much. I’ve had to learn to relax with my fearless second or I’d totally smother him.

    • To be fair, the ski lifts were enclosed. They weren’t what I picture when someone says “ski lift.” Google tells me they’re technically a gondola lift.

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