The world will never starve for want of wonders;
but only for want of wonder.
~ G. K. Gesterton
First sightings of sunshine meant all of the kids, who had been patiently waiting out the storms, could wait not a second longer to charge out into the overflow that ran like a mini-river along the edge of town.
Charlie was especially fun to watch that day. He is our little tender-heart, often timid and apprehensive when it comes to trying new things. But, as long as he is close to Andrew, his bravery soars. I dearly love how brotherly love inspires courage in the little ones.
Don't underestimate the value in this, moms. I believe that when our sons are allowed this time of freedom, the expectations we have of them to enter our homes in an orderly fashion is much more attainable for them, and for us.
Sunday's experience has left me longing for every opportunity for the boys to flee the confines of the school house and soak in all the unplanned, unstructured, unPinterested adventures that await them in the tops of trees, piles of dirt, cumulus cloud skies. I long for them to seek out and discover all of the possibilities that lie hidden in the plethora of boardgames, water guns, sleeping bags, bicycles and junk piles strewn about their little world.
I long also for three months without Google. Something a little more like the life I knew as a child. A life where wonder leads to questions and questions lead to contemplation and contemplation leads to answers, and if not answers then a deeper thirst for knowledge and understanding. And, if knowledge and understanding are not the fruits that bloom of wonder and contemplation, but rather a soul content with mystery, then mystery it is.
Steve and I have spent hours upon hours discussing all the possible ways we can encourage and support wonder, curiosity and a sense of adventure in our boys. We also talk about our failures as parents to keep them from, or at least limit those things that rob their sense of wonder, such as electronics, too many structured activities or trying to come up with solutions for their whining and boredom instead of allowing their personal discomfort and disenchantment to be motivation enough.
But, how do we get them to a place of wonder, you ask? What do you guys think about kicking 'em outside with a bottle of sunscreen and a bucket of Kool-Aid? I think that's exactly what our parents did to us, and hey! We survived! (Don't forget to lock the doors.)
Give me some of that wonder and a cold beer to sip while I watch my boys ramble home hungry and happy, and it's going to be one fine summer y'all!
What are your hopes for the summer?...