I recently read an interview with Bear Grylls. I've never seen his shows but a quick google search will reveal some pretty telling images that involve death-defying heights, dangerous creatures, deep-jungle expeditions, raging blizzards, blazing-hot deserts, blood, gore, mud, pain...
It reminded me that boys, big and little, thrive on adventure. They need to take risks, get dirty, work with their hands, fall down and get back up-- it's part of becoming and being a man. Us city folk tend to forget this.
So when Hudson asked if he could run through the puddle in front of our house and I said "no", I had to stop and remind myself of these things. When did I get so unadventurous? (I guess I forgot about this post).
"Actually, yeah, you can run through the puddle. Just go change your clothes first." ; )
Did the boys get dirty? So dirty.
Were there injuries? A pretty good bump on the head.
Did they love it? Of course.
Will we do it again? You bet!
Arian : )