Aug 9, 2012

adventure

It's hard to put into words what it feels like to see my children do the same things I did when I was their age. So much of my childhood was spent playing outdoors and being outdoors that it was just a part of me. The granddaughter of a forester, daughter of two lovers of the outdoors, it's in my blood to feel such a strong connection with the earth. 

But the funny thing is, today I live in the ultimate of suburbia: shopping malls and big cities are moments away from me both North and South. If I want to hike a trail or swim in a lake, it takes some planning.

When I go home, to my parent's house (where we spent the past 12 days of our vacation) those activities are in the back yard. 

And I miss that. 

But, I've adapted. I've made a home for us where we live and I've tried to instill in my children the same sense of adventure that I felt in the wide open as a child. This week while watching them play in the same wild that I once knew, it occurred to me that they were not afraid. Not one bit.
All four of my children felt confident, brave and free in the open fields and untamed streams of the outdoors. And realizing that made me know for certain what I've suspected all along:

a child's love for adventure can be cultivated anywhere






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2 comments:

Susan Anderson said...

This is a great realization. And I wish all moms knew how to do it.

=)

Stacy of KSW said...

Love, love, love. I can relate to this post so well and I remember when we moved to this suburb 3 year ago thinking I would need to find natural areas and places for my kids to garden and maybe even a farm to volunteer on as they got older so they would have this same respect that I have for a life on the farm ... I have not acted on most of those things ,,, the best I have done is a few u-pick trips, but you have reminded me I thought them in the first place :) and hopefully that is the push I need to get started.