“Come on Mom!”
My son excitedly yelled as he bounded and leaped in puddles, in mud. I on the other hand was going slowly…taking my time to NOT step in puddles, in mud…
It was a rainy and cloudy morning and my son and I were home alone. He had already beat me soundly at chess (wasn’t it only a few months ago when I could beat HIM?) and so I suggested going outside for a hike. My son was of course thrilled at the idea–he loves being in nature more than anything. Even in the rain.
The hiking trail was deserted and rain was flowing in mini rivers down the hill. As usual, my son was the leader and didn’t keep to the main path, exploring every side trail that he saw. We came across groves of guava trees and stacks of moss covered rocks. The air was sparkling fresh and the birds in this rainforest sang songs different from the ones that we hear every morning at our house. We walked mostly in silence just so that we could listen to these different birds.
We had to turn back because before we got to the end because it started raining more heavily and because I, as usual, was thinking about trying to keep the rhythm of the day–keeping to our obligations and our list of things to do.
But my son could have kept bounding up that trail all day. Splashing in puddles. Sinking in mud…