I was looking just now at some of our photos over the past few weeks, and I've concluded that I have photographic evidence that I must come from very good stock… the sort of people with tickers of steel.
Breathe In, Breathe Out
Otherwise, I would surely be on blood pressure medication by now.
Seriously, little boys and their ever-long desiring after danger.
The boy sees: an amazing personal accomplishment – real tool use.
The mama sees: fingers very near to those sharp metal teeth.
He sees: lovely fall day and opportunity to be big and do something nice for his granny.
Mama sees: open-toed shoes.
See those little piggies down there? Just look at how that big one is arching toward the flame!
He sees: A new way to express himself and to make something nice for someone he loves. He is fascinated by the very idea of controlled burning of wood for artistic purposes. He shakes his head, grinning at the unexpected wonder of that.
I see: sharp points made worse by heating them to 600 freaking degrees. I see florescent lights , gauze bandages and pushy emergency room nurses with clip boards saying, "you let him do what?"
He sees: "The bestest climbing tree of the day… a lookout, a fire tower, a castle, a ship…" an endless source of joy, a height reached, a thing conquered.
Mama sees – splinters in bare feet and that little golden head hanging precariously over very hard ground.
He sees: Berkley's Adventure Playground. Bits of this and that, that were nothing special, but now are a royal kingdom, a gleaming city on a hill… "We made a whole town by ourselves!"
Mama sees: broken ankles waiting to happen and maybe a tetanus shot or two for good measure.
Sometimes I feel like my days are a constant balancing act – trying to see things from their perspective, to grasp the excitement and magic of the thing at hand, and to say, "yes, just please be careful (put on your shoes, step back a little, watch your fingers, not so close)." when "no" would be so much easier.
Somehow, (prepare to knock on every wood surface in a 10 mile radius) believe it or not, they have scaled it all, burned it all, cut it all, built it all with not a single trip to the emergency room.
Clearly they're just not trying hard enough.