I remember hating going outside as a kid. It was always too cold or too hot or too windy or too bright or too gray. Mainly it felt too boring.
I would relish in getting wrapped up in a book or a movie, comfy and cozy inside where I could escape into a made up world. My brain would create scenes in my mind of gorgeous vistas, tall majestic forests, expansive oceans.
I’m not sure when I looked up from these fictional worlds and realized that the scenes described in printed words could be found in real life with my very own eyes.
But eventually I did.
Now I feel this intense desire to explore and to somehow convince my kids to understand the glory of the outdoors in ways that I couldn’t at their age.
So I take them outside on as many adventure as I can.
But there is a lot of complaining. Hills are too steep, the wind is too strong, their hands are too cold, the snow is too deep, and the bugs are too much.
Sometimes they will stop dead in their tracks. They will crouch close to the wet earth and refuse to move. We encourage, plead, pull out snacks, but sometimes they will remain planted in place even if we are on the way back to the car.
We will continue to walk, hoping that a little bit of distance will persuade them to get up and rejoin us but sometimes their will is SO strong.
They do not want to be outside hiking, they don’t find the views majestic (maybe its because now they have seen too many? I can only hope), they simply want to be home, cozy on the couch watching a movie.
But I hope that each short adventure, each time we walk uphill in harsh winds will be written in the souls of their feet.
That they may find humor in strong winds, curiosity in stepping their feet in mud, dust, rock and snow, and that when they close their eyes at night, the will dream of natural wonders.
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