Thursday, June 28, 2007

Always Worth the Climb

This morning we got up early to try to beat the sun up the mountian. Any of the girls that wanted to hike, Steph G, Brittany, Emily and I were going to hike to the Cross before the female summer staff leaves. We ate Pop Tarts and headed out. Our start was a little late and when we got to the trail head at 6:20 am, the sun was beaming and I was already dripping sweat, I knew we were in for a hot hike up.


Jaqueline and Lili arrive and collapse into sweaty heaps. I was not doing any better. However, looking down, the valley looked absolutely beautiful and it seemed worth all the sweat.


While at the top, I looked over as Blanca stuck her sweaty little hands into her sweaty little pockets and emptied them of the Pop Tart that she decided to save. "Blanca! Did you really have to do that?" She laughed, smiled and cleaned out the other pocket to hand the other smashed Pop Tart to Yaneli.


Yaneli sits with her shards of snack on her lap.


Emily Gerber, Brittany Streitmatter and Steph Gerst with the girls. Arriving at the top was worth all the sweat. Each time I look over the whole town of Magdalena, I can just imagine God's hands lifting up the whole valley.

Funny Story of the Morning
Our conversation started on the way down.

Me: Girls, who forgot their deodarant? Remember, we have to put deodarant on every morning! If you forgot yours this morning, don't forget to shower when we get home.
Yaneli: Amy, I NEED deodarant!
Blanca: Me too, me too!
Me: I think you girls are really young to need deodarant, I will smell you and decide when we get down the mountain.

(Time passes, I forget to smell armpits and I am driving back)

Yaneli: (very indignant) I need deodarant Amy! I told you!
Me: Be patient, I said I would decide when we got back, besides, you are seven, that is really young for deodarant..
Yaneli: But I smell like an onion!
Me: (laughing at her accurate description) Ok, ok, just hold on, I will get you some when we get home.
Blanca: (taking the whole conversation in and waits a few moments) Amí, I need deodarant too because...because...because...I SMELL LIKE LETTUCE!

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love that your job description includes smelling armpits. :)

Unknown said...

really cute story Amy. Love you!
sheila

Anonymous said...

Oh, Blanca! She has the best reasons/excuses ever... ;) Thanks for the post, Amy!

Anonymous said...

Good job on your report!
I will see if they sell deodorant for those 7 and under in town!
Love,
Mom S.

Anonymous said...

Amy ~ It might not be a bad idea to start those girls on deodorant now, then when they really need it, they'll be used to using it:)

Have a blessed weekend!
Jill

Anonymous said...

7 is really young for deodorant. I would definitely wait a few years before starting the girls on it.

Plus, did you know that using deodorant is the leading cause of aluminum toxicity in adults? (Imagine the effect it would have on children!) I didn't even realize that deodorant had aluminum in it until we learned about it in nursing school...go figure! :)

K.

amy michelle said...

Dear K,

What do you recommend? They really did smell like onion. :)

Anonymous said...

Amy ~

This post and comments make me smile. I wonder if you could have them put a light dusting of baby powder under their arms if they are too young for deodorant and see if that works. Also, do people of this culture tend to mature earlier than some?

Maybe K. will have another thought.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Love you,
Teresa

Anonymous said...

You can buy deodorant without aluminum. I react badly to deodorant with aluminum in it, and have for a long time used aluminum free! 'Cuz the girls definitely need it...

-Pepe

Jim said...

Along with K. and Braden, I've been aluminum free for quite a while now ...it seems like the antiperspirants are the ones to stay away from. Baby powder is a good idea as well. I love Kris' comment!

Anonymous said...

Guess what I found at the store, before I read the other comments, POWDER!!!!
It will be in their bathroom today!
Mom S.