There has been a lot of rain these last few weeks.
And at the end of the day, there’s only one thing you can do with 3 very active, rowdy, young boys bursting with energy and excitement.
You put raincoats and boots on them and take them to the park.
This is the creek that cuts through the middle of our local park. It’s basically a water catchment for all the drain water flowing from the streets.
It’s not exactly a sparkling blue lake with meadowy aspects.
BUT it’s got flowing water, rocks, stepping stones, muddy islands, tadpoles, a waterfall, lots of trees and a narrow section of the creek where kids can jump over to get to the other side. It’s absolute heaven for little people.
Usually my husband takes the kids to the park at the end of the day.
But because he’s away at the moment, I have to do it. I irritates me a little, because I have a zillion things to do back at the house. And I have to be honest, I get very bored, standing around doing nothing, for an hour… in the cold, wet rain.
Not to mention, in winter it gets pretty dark by 5:30pm. And I feel absolutely crazy, being that irresponsible mother who lets her children play in the dark, on slippery rocks, in the pouring rain.
But, sigh, the kids love it.
They always come home wet, muddy, exhausted, smelling disgusting, but with big, wide, happy smiles on their faces.
So I always try to slow myself down and try to enjoy the moment.
Yesterday, I took this snap (above) with the camera on my phone.
Quick, scroll up to have another look!
I let my 2 year old climb the rocks by himself. He negotiated all his footsteps very carefully and made it to the waterfall’s edge.
The whole time (and every time) I watch my children play – I am at war with myself.
On one hand I think – Holy crap! That’s so dangerous! I shouldn’t be letting them do that!! What if they fall and split their head open on the rocks? Break their teeth and lose an eye? Blood will spill and it’ll be on your watch Karen.
And on the other, I’m all – Oh just chill Karen. Kids have to be kids. You can’t go around wrapping them up in cotton wool. This is what childhood is all about. Remember all the stuff I used to do when I was a kid? They’ll be fine.
And I just stand there, in the rain, tense and tormented by my own thoughts. This is one of the things I dislike about being a mother. All this constant worrying is such a drag.
Anyway. Funnily enough.
This particular day, my middle child (6yo), was perched on the OTHER SIDE of the waterfall, after I took this photo.
He took a step, slipped off a rock and PLOOP! He went in face first, straight into the lake. He was completely submerged in brown water and sludge… and re-emerged 3 seconds later, spluttering and shouting and looking like a swamp monster from outer space.
I saw everything in slow motion. And what did I do?
I laughed. I totally cracked up.
I can always rely on Sean for slapstick comedy. It completely made my evening. Just what I needed to shake me out of my own self-inflicted grumpiness.
He was a bit shocked, but thankfully he saw the funny side of it and was very cool about it in the end. Not to mention, I was all – Aww you poor baby. Did you hurt yourself? Are you cold? Let me give you my jacket.
We all walked home… wet, smelly, exhausted and very happy indeed.