It's been more than four weeks since I last climbed a set of stairs like an adult. I had ankle surgery on Dec. 23, and ever since then, I've been crawling up the steps in our house. When it’s time to come down, I scoot from stair to stair on my backside like a toddler.
Some people might find this humiliating, but I can’t help but laugh at myself whenever I do it. The process reminds me of teaching my daughters to navigate those very same stairs when they were babies. It's fun to experience the world the way they did, and I have to admit that the process has banished most of my false pride. It's impossible to be full of yourself when you're crawling around like a 2-year-old or rolling from place to place in a scooter ... CONTINUE READING