That didn’t go so well.
I did what I promised… my Lenten project of getting the family more active got underway with a walk. Little Dude and I met Big Dude at the bus with the plan of going for a walk.
The Girl was my first failure of the day. While insisting she wanted to come for a walk with us, she didn’t want to leave until the TV show she was watching got to a commercial… it was recorded on the DVR and could have been stopped at any time. As I had to meet the bus, I had to leave without her.
I was next greeted with… (and please imagine the whiniest voices possible here)…
“I want to go home!”
“I don’t want to go for a walk.”
I got them moving with a promise that the first one to get back home got to play on the computer first (think I’m defeating the whole purpose here??!).
As I knew they would, the Dudes started having fun right away. The snow has started melting and leaving all kinds of half rotted ‘treasure’ for the boys to find. Bog Dude quickly declared himself chief ‘leaf looker’ and began collecting every slimy fallen leaf he could find, the muddier the better. They then discovered some sticks and began mapping our progress with arrows drawn in the dirt. A pirate’s treasure map of course.
We all had fun for about 10 minutes and then I remembered one very important fact… I do no like taking my children for a walk.
I feel terrible even writing that, but it is true. I love my children and I love many things about being a mother. I love reading and doing crafts with them. I’ll build lego and train tracks and have fun doing it. There are, however, some aspects of childhood I find better left behind. I don’t play dolls or cars well, and I don’t like walking without purpose or destination.
It is something I forget every winter. When the snow melts, I long to get outside. Then I take the kids out and I remember. One kids runs ahead while the other lags behind. One climbs down into a muddy ditch while the other wanders out constantly onto the road. I do well finding creative ways to play with them and with reigning them in for about 10 minutes, then my patience snaps and I just want them to slow down… or speed up… whatever the case my be.
It hampers things for my Lenten project a bit. I’m still not willing to let us all sit inside but I may have to change my strategy… just going to a walk is not my solution. I went to the gym this morning but that doesn’t help the Dudes… or the Girl, who I suspect will be the most difficult part of this project.
Big Dude does not have gym class today so he definitely needs to get moving (I was disappointed to learn that he only has gym class once a week… shouldn’t that be every day?!). I’ll have to come up with something… perhaps playing in the yard. I just hope I won’t have to resort to another walk!