my boys are explorers! i’m convinced that if there were still unknown territories in the world they would be begging us to pioneer into uncharted waters! they love to “look around” “go adventuring” “explore” all the places.
i am so thankful for our house at apple flats where they have space to roam and wander. i’m tempted to always take off with them; i want to join in on their expeditions. a few days ago, after i’d packed a backpack and water bottle for my youngest and secured it on his back; i sat in the kitchen gazing out the window as they marched off. i wanted to follow, but i knew that mommy presence might spoil the fun.
i know that the bond my boys have is tight and strong, in some part due to the freedom i give them to explore on their own. they’ve returned from exploring- oldest carrying the youngest; helping each other tote their found treasures; all ablaze of excitement to share what they’ve discovered. i do not doubt that my presence on such trips would void some of that brotherly care and joy. i’ve a nack for spoiling the fun. i’d have limited the number of dry cattails they stuck in their pockets, or warned against wading through the frigid creek water. i’d have spied a safer route or a better way and directed them far too much.
i’ll admit i’m a bit jealous sometimes; like last week when they returned eyes sparkling, beckoning me to come and see what treasure they’d found. a huge set of elk antlers set in our yard; i mean huge! and boys were all a jumble of voices and words to tell me about the fantastic find. part of me feels like i’m missing out on the adventure! part of me wouldn’t trade their independent little boy adventures for the world. because that is exactly what i’m after- hearts that yearn for excitement; minds that are never satisfied with what they’ve read but want the experience; souls that know deeply that their Maker has great things in store for them, if they take the time to explore!