Way Up High

Timmy recently told us that he's scared of heights. That makes sense now. When he was 2 or 3 years old he'd climb up to the top of the places like the McDonald's playground and get stuck, crying, scared up there. I'd have to send someone up after him to bring him down because he wouldn't move forward or back. A few weeks ago he climbed to the top of a really big inflatable slide and was too scared to slide or climb back down. The worker there slid down with him, while covering his eyes. 

I'm also scared of heights. I hate ferris wheels, driving over high overpasses, and sometimes have nightmares about being precariously up high. I hear my grandmother was terrified of heights too and that there may be something genetic to it.

Here he is last weekend climbing up to go across a suspension bridge. We didn't force him to go, but he held another boy's hand and went all the way across. Later he wanted to go across again. By the end of the day he'd done it several times and wasn't scared at all anymore. He wanted to go up by himself and even had to be told not to run on the bridge.