Life is lived in mountains and valleys.
Put aside the idea that a valley is flat and smooth and easy to walk. In life, it can be easy to feel trapped in the valley.
In a valley, you can’t see even a hint of your destination. Surrounded by high mountain peaks, you just have to keep walking, keep moving and hope that you’re headed in the right direction.
Despite the difficulty in getting there, being on top of the mountain brings strength and surety. From the top of the mountain, the view extends for miles. The lay of the land is clear, and sometimes even the destination is within sight. A plan can be made to find a way to get there.
On the top of the mountain, there is clarity and optimism.
In the valley, there is insecurity and doubt.
In raising Toby, I find myself often in the valley, while occasionally reaching the summit and getting clear view of the future.
Sometimes I feel confident. I feel assured. I feel certain that he will successfully reach his full potential, and live a happy life that is meaningful to him.
Other times, I feel stuck. Dealing with an obstacle or problem, I have to keep my head down and power through, hoping that we can make it. We walk through the night while a voice in the back of my mind wonders if we really ever stood a chance.
Yet in the valley, there is one thing I can cling to when the worries and doubts cloud my mind and press heavy on my heart.
I know we can get there. I know it can be done. I saw it. So clear, so tangible, so attainable.
I saw it from the mountain.
Bright and hopeful in the distance, I saw it. The road, though littered with obstacles, is passable.
And every day we walk we become stronger.