This is my child, whom I believe is part monkey. I know I should probably fear her climbing the 15 or 20 feet in the air. I should be worried that she'll fall and break her arm, but she's been at it for so long that the fear has sort of melted into more of a blase shrug. (I also can't make the ` thingy go over the e right- so you get the no` version)
I remember when I used to have that near crippling mom fear of her climbing things. I vividly remember when she was about 15 months old, climbing to the top of my Mom's piano, saying 'mama yook' and leaping off of the top. I can still feel the pull of my stomach- my eyes shooting open wide and my arms instinctively reaching out to catch her, even though I was 8 feet away. I also remember the look of triumph in her big brown eyes when she rolled and stood up, unscathed, and proud as can be.
She's gotten a little more daring with each new thing to climb, and my fear has been inversely proportional to her daring. I hope everything in her life goes this way- her taking a chance and me trusting a little more each time.