It's a new year. I'm not one for resolutions... I don't know, something about not waiting for a specific date to change something; however, sometimes dates and deadlines can work as motivation.
Years ago, when Kid was just a baby, I made a resolution to get him outside every day. I have stuck to the rule mostly, aside from horrific weather or things like having a baby.
It's been rewarding.
He really does appreciate the outdoors. I will say, though, that without being pushed at times, he would definitely choose to stay inside, especially with his new found love of Lego construction.
Yesterday it was storming pretty badly. Instead of soaking our clothes on a rain walk, we chose to head up the hill a bit. It is possible to go sledding with a baby...just ask Daddy Mock, who also doubled as a temporary cocoon.
I digress.
I decided to add a bit on to our previous "resolutions"... instead of just making sure the kids get outside, my goal is to make it nothing short of an adventure for them. After have read the men's book "Wild at Heart" years ago, I learned just how important adventure is for the male species and how unfortunate it is that society has caused it to dissolve in a sense. My goal is to bring back the adventure that seems to have gone lost through the feminist movement and even worse, this generation's fascination with technology and entertainment.
With the revamped resolution does come a bit of extra work. Mostly imaginative on my part, which will be good for me as well. When praying about what God wants me to do with these boys, especially since I do have such a small window before Kid starts school, God gently spoke to me and encouraged me to make their life a bit of an adventure story. Why shouldn't walking to the cul-de-sac make them pioneers? Why shouldn't climbing rocks make them scientists, seeking an endangered type of moss? There is no reason, and if there is, it's due to straight apathy on my behalf.
So now, we begin.
This year will be filled with adventure, and I hope one day, my kids can look back and smirk at the memory of a grocery trip turning into a quest for a peace treaty between the good cowboys and the bad cowboys; where for some reason, oranges and flour were the items that helped commence the way.
