I, on the other hand, am a card-carrying wuss.
I prefer to cower in the foothills, drinking tea and giving out about not having enough time to climb mountains...at least not without a team of sherpas, six months preparation and my mascara. There's always an excuse to avoid the Difficult, which is entirely unfair on Bob as I expect him to naviagte the Hard Stuff every waking minute of his day.
I have been terrified of taking Bob out by myself without the able body of James, who has the physical strength to restrain him when he makes an Olympian dash for the door, or decides that today is a good day to play chicken with the traffic.
I had a little shopping to do in Dundalk this morning, so I planned to use our bargaining chip of a promise of a Spin on Rolly in return for his good behaviour. I said a little prayer of thanks to the Gods of Sure Antipersperant (as we had a little wrestle in the queue at Argos) but we did it, and the kind lady at the checkout amused him with the catalogue while I fumbled for my laser card. It's refreshing to meet understanding people, isn't it? Bob's big sister reinforced the mantra "shop first, then spin in Rolly", and he even managed to sit through a happy meal before he got his reward. There were no dramas, deaths or nuclear accidents and we all went home satisfied, and slightly less terrified.
I climbed my first mountain, with Bob as my sherpa and Toad no.2 as my co-pilot, all before lunch-time. I can afford to wallow in a little self-satisfaction.
Meanwhile, at Outreach, Bob made his acting debut as he accepted the role of "townsperson" in the nativity, narrrowly fending off Robert de Niro and Sean Penn (who were bitterly disappointed to be turned down). His character was central to the plot, and even though the line "Can he fix it? Yes he can!" is difficult to pinpoint in the bible, Jesus was a carpenter so Bob was artistically ad-libbing when he posed the question to the 3 Wise Kings.
When you think about it, if the Wise Kings were any way wise at all, they would have answered "actually, yes, He can fix a few things, but the Romans won't like it".
OK...it's possible that I'm a doting mother with inflated ambitions for my son, but I was so proud to see that not only could Bob cope with the chaos that is the Nativity, but he did he was supposed to, and he lasted the whole 30 minutes without bolting for freedom or pitching a fit.
Yet another tick on my little mountaineer's map...I have a lot of climbing to do to catch up with him.