"I don't know. There's a part of me that does, but then there's a part of me that doesn't. In a way, it just doesn't feel right."
"That means I'd have to watch, and I'm not sure that's going to happen."
"Um, because you barely made it the first time."
"But, I did make it. And if I don't try jumping back,
"Life is about taking good risks, thought-out risks, risks that make living more meaningful. Not about taking EVERY risk that comes along. Think about it, Cote.....tomorrow you're supposed to climb a tree. A very big tree. Huge...two-hundred and fifty foot high. You have waited a long time to do it, well over a year. What if you jump right now, on a whim, and then fall and break your leg? You won't be able to climb tomorrow's tree. You won't be able to make this bigger dream of yours come true. So is it worth the risk to jump again right now, when you know it may cost you climbing the tree tomorrow?"
But she finally did. She realized that I wasn't just being an over-protective mother, but that jumping would truly be pushing a limit that wasn't worth pushing. It was a risk whose price tag was just too high to pay.