Today was a beautiful day, the warmest it's been in a few weeks. The kids and I were loaded in the car, lunches packed, and ready to hit a park we have yet to play at. There are not a lot of parks in Simpleville, I'm not sure why, but it's just not that kind of town (I do miss my park-on-every-corner neighborhood at times). So heading to the park is more of a half-day adventure.
I digress.
To our dismay, we pull into the old park I remember from my brothers' childhood ball games to find workers completely tearing it a part (which in the end benefits everyone since it was getting quite shabby). The kids were a bit bummed, but I decided to use it as an opportunity to explore somewhere new. We headed to a place I've wanted to scout out for a while, another old childhood baseball field with a large historical building that sits just above it. I was surprised at how dissapointed they were to not be attending a park. I told them it was time to explore and make the best of our situation. Within minutes, they were running, finding items for their nature jars and enjoying the sun.
They wrestled, ran up and down all the steps, played Star Wars with sticks, you know the stuff boys do.
Honey had a good ole time. Mommy learned not to put white tights on her, ever.
It was a good reminder to me at how important it is to let kids go wild, sometimes without structures or a plan.
