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Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Let Them: A Saturday Series

This first Saturday series is called "Let Them". There are so many things we just big, fat don't let our kids do. I'm meeting some of those things head-on and seeing what happens.

Let Them Savor Nature


Caveat: if you live in the country, this will not apply to you, so just skip it or read it and pity us city folks who have to try so hard to find some dirt in which to play.

Discovering top-secret pine tree hideouts, laying down in knee-high field grass, clambering up rocky river banks, picking flowers under a brilliantly azure sky, skipping smooth stones on a placid lake or letting the pounding waves of the ocean mesmerize your senses.


It sounds so idyllic, doesn't it?

This is more what it looks like with our houseful of girls:
"Aaaahhhhhhhh! A bug!"
(eying crude toilet) "I'll hold it until Tuesday."
"When are we going home?"
(silent screams accompanied by impressively spastic footwork and followed by trying to play it cool) "Uh...Bug...?"

Not to mention all the pre-trip work that goes into an excursion: It takes several hours for us to prepare everything-meals made, baby gear checked, last minute bathroom treks, and the van loaded to capacity.

My blood pressure is rising just thinking about it. A trip through the Lowe's garden center starts looking more appealing.*

Our nature trips always seem to get off to a rocky start. The girls are uptight about bugs, one of them can't stand the feel of having dirty hands, the youngest will choose those moments to cry for no reason. However, the uneasiness fades and before long we spy our girls digging canals, casting their fishing rods like pros, and splashing in dirty river water without a second thought to what is lurking in the shallow waters.


Time spent in nature will always remain unmatched. There is no substitute and no close second. We're not talking about stepping out your front door to catch a breath of fresh air before tackling your bank statement. We're talking about getting away for a length of time (days, hours...doesn't matter) to experience God's canvas. Your modus operandi is of little consequence. Go camping in an RV, backpacking through a national forest, chasing lizards through the desert, or drifting in a canoe. Nature is nature and the benefits remain unchanged.


Our souls were never meant to connect with concrete and fluorescent lighting. Nature unfetters the soul; It breathes renewed vigor into the crevices and corners of the body and mind. Indulging a nature habit is indeed worth the hassle and can foster a lifelong conduit between our children and their Almighty Creator.


Country folks, breathe deeply and take not your surroundings for granted. Fellow city folks, don't breathe too deeply.** Instead, let's be willing to make the effort. Research nearby state parks, hiking/biking trails, farms, lakes, caves, whatever! In most cases we are not that far from natural beauty.


As Spring unfurls her wings in the Northern Hemisphere, now is the perfect time to soak in some nature. Just don't forget the moist towelettes and sunscreen.


Get Out And Get Dirty,
Cynthia



*Six packs of perennials and 50 lb. bags of mulch are nature-ish, right?
**Lest the pollution cause an asthma flare-up.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

The One Where You Thought I Ditched You

Did you feel that little lurch last week? It was the world stopping on its axis. You see, I unintentionally took a week off from blogging (cue Home Alone scream). The Professor had a week off from both jobs and we had waaaaaay too much fun! We started off with a bang: We all got sick. Thankfully, all of my immune-boosting activities for the children* paid off, and we were back to normal our normal selves soon enough.

Here area few lessons from my blogging vacation:

1. A movie featuring the Easter bunny, Santa, the tooth fairy, Sandman and Jack Frost can surprisingly offer some meaningful talking points with the kiddos. Rise of the Guardians had little to offer our children. Did I mention we don't do the whole Santa-Easter bunny-tooth fairy ballyhoo? You take that away from the plot and you're pretty much left with diddly-squat. However, we had plenty to talk about, and it didn't sound like this: "You see children, that is why Santa isn't real. And remember Jesus trumps the Easter Bunny. Repeat after me. Tooth fairies are ridiculous and imaginary. Tooth fairies are ridiculous and imaginary. Good girls."**

2. It's important to communicate the day's order of events to my husband so as to not drive 30 minutes on the wrong freeway. 

3. It doesn't matter how many times I go to Ikea, I will never be able to push their stupid carts and I will always feel like a rat in a giant Swedish showroom maze. 

4. Watching my daughter engage a little boy in an impromptu spitting contest was both comical and disturbing.***

5. It's important to take the fishing licenses with you when at the lake.

6. Fishing can be rewarding without a single nibble.

7. The safest way to fish with a toddler is to remove the hook and just let them cast a weighted line in the water. She was none the wiser and everyone on the fishing dock breathed a little easier. 

8. I'd never used a computerized children's check-in program for a church service, and I'm in no hurry to do it again. On the bright side, I now have a receipt that says those kids are mine. 

9. Not informing one of your children that their Poppa is a police officer can cause alarm upon seeing him in uniform.****

10. Mimosa trees are charming and planting one is a classy way to honor a much-loved and dearly-missed woman of God.

Find some time to enjoy the changing weather, watch a movie, plant some flowers. Go live a little!


Take A Load Off,
Cynthia



*Eating dirt at the park and licking public water fountains. Works like a charm.
**FYI: I'm not getting paid to yack about this movie. Isn't that shame? 
***NOT in Ikea.
****Nothing a little therapy can't undo.