I heard my seven-year-old grandson moaning on the mat below the climbing peg-board. I went to see if he needed help, but he quickly stood up. It was clear he was embarrassed that I’d seen him laid out on the cushion.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah.”
But I could tell his heart hurt. He’d been struggling to climb higher on the challenging board his dad had erected in the garage. Try as Luke might, he couldn’t get past the first couple of holes that required a strong effort to insert the thick pegs and pull oneself a bit higher, one step at a time. To make matters worse, Luke’s brother of the same age scaled the height with ease.