Friday, April 23, 2010
I Didn't Know I Could Do That!
Spring marks one of my favorite times as a mother. The kids are drawn to the outdoors, and rediscover the backyard and the other children in the neighborhood. And the most magical event of the new year? The first outing to the park.
After winter, the kids have been cooped up, and they practically attack the playground. There is so much to do all at once, that usually, one of the kids will run up to me, out of breath and cheeks flushed with color and say, "Mom? Can we stay a long time? A really long time?"
Of course we'll stay a long time, I want to say. I wouldn't miss this for the world.
We know our children grow up quickly, but nothing drives that point home more than the first time at the park in the spring. The child who couldn't reach the monkey bars last fall can, just a few months later, not only reach the monkey bars, but can propel himself across to the other side. Or maybe a child has aged enough to graduate from the baby swings to the "real swings." I, the Mommy, can sit on a park bench beneath a tree bursting with blossoms, and see the tangible proof that my children are growing and learning. It's an unstoppable force. With each changing season, the world becomes just a little more accessible to them as their bodies and brains grow and develop. I can't stop it, and I wouldn't want to.
My six year old calls to me. "Mom!" he yells. "Look!"
"Be careful!" I answer. Mommies have to say things like that. But I smile when I see him, grinning proudly at the top of a web-like structure. Just last year, I remember there were tears when he couldn't quite reach his legs to the right places to climb up to the top. But here he is, after achieving his goal with barely any effort. "Do you see me, Mom? Do you see where I am? I didn't know I could do that!"
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Riding with Ruby
Friday, April 2, 2010
Family Camping
Because of the large span of ages in our children, I can see the writing on the wall: it’s going to get increasingly difficult to find family activities that appeal to everyone. How do you find something cool enough for a teenager that’s also friendly enough for a preschooler? Time will tell. But taking advantage of some unusually warm spring break weather, our family packed up the tent this past week and headed to a State Park nearby for an overnight camping adventure.
Somewhat a novice camper myself, I follow my husband’s lead when it comes to the camping trips. We like to make a game of it, to try to keep it as simple as possible. No electronic devices are allowed, and we rely on firelight and flashlights for our after-dark entertainment, which usually consists of s’mores and reading aloud. My husband and my sons, having read a variety of Gary Paulsen books that involve some type of wilderness survival, have an arsenal of pocket knives and even a magnesium block and flint to start our fires—proclaiming that matches are for wimps.
Of course, going without our regular conveniences make things a little slower, a little more deliberate. Which is why our camping trips are so technicolor: hands down, our camping trips have afforded us the most precious, concentrated family togetherness time. I have no doubt that our children, in adulthood, will look back on our times on the campground as the most special. Having a State Park as your living room turns your whole world upside down, especially for a family deeply entrenched in middle class suburbia. Look, there are deer behind those trees! Why are those geese flying in a V formation? These are things we don’t often ponder when in our natural habitat, which happens mostly indoors with modern convenience at every turn. Our trip to the “wild” reminds me how much I love my indoor plumbing, my hot shower and my electric coffee pot. But I’m game for the next trip. If I’ve got my husband and my kids and yes, even my dog, I’ve got everything I need. Sign me up!