We were going to go the playground yesterday afternoon.
We were trying to decide which park to walk to, when suddenly, Ben and I had a “Genius Parent Moment”, and told the girls we were going to the river.
Anika was not impressed.
Deep down, I was pretty sure she’d be fine. I have seen, over and over again, what happens to our girls when they get out into nature. Playgrounds are fun and all, but there is something completely different and wonderful about wandering around in the trees and crunching through the leaves.
So instead of the playground, we set off on a little adventure.
It didn’t take very long for Anika’s attitude to change.
You can’t be in a place like that without starting to feel the wonder and magic of it.
We explored and crunched and climbed trees and gathered sticks for a special little project this week.
On the way home, Anika said, “I had a lot more fun than I thought I would.”
We will go to the playground some other time.
But I always, always want to remember to get away on adventures. When we moved away from camp, I thought afternoons like this would be over. I was worried about our family losing the delight of wandering through the trees.
I’m not worried anymore.