It’s a word that became another member of our family when my kids were ages 4, 2 and brand new — and I wasn’t really capable of going many places on my own while maintaining sanity.
I was home… A LOT.
There were so many days of mundane, that when we DID do something (anything) new – I made sure they got EXCITED.
“We’re going on an ADVENTURE!” I’d yell from the kitchen into the living room where they were watching their favorite channel. They’d turn to find me whipping out an old cheerleading move to add to the pump-it-up vibe.
“Where, Mommy, Where?!” they’d yell.
“Well, today,” I said, “we are going to pack our special picnic blanket, and YOU are going to help decide what we are going to pack in our special picnic lunch, and we are going to take a walk to the pond and see how many ducks we can count. And guess what? You can put a piece of chocolate in with your lunches, too!”
“YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!” they’d scream, mirroring my attitude.
It wasn’t a vacation. It wasn’t a trip to the zoo. It wasn’t going to a water park. It wasn’t going to a local festival. It wasn’t taking a couple-hours trip in our car.
It was a walk. And a picnic. And a counting-duck event.
But WE made it an adventure.Continue reading