When we lived in the burbs, my kids rarely played outside, unless I required outdoor time. I couldn’t understand it, since I spent as much time as possible out there when I was a kid. We played in the woods, rode our bikes around the neighborhood, and raced down the hill in my brother’s red wagon. Okay. It was really just my brother who raced. I was too chicken. I did help push him though.
Anyway, outside was an escape from the house since the house was often the place you ‘had’ to play when it rained. And if you’re from around here, you know, that was all too often. But I guess we didn’t have computers, video cameras, Xbox games, and Facebook luring us indoors like our kids do today. It’s understandable, but not likeable.
So, when Renaissance Man and I dreamed of property, it was filled with the expectation that the boys would be consumed with outdoor activities. Our dreams came crashing down soon after the move. I guess they weren’t in the habit. Back to mandatory outdoor time.
But then it happened. Soccer Boy discovered something called Parkour. You know the gymnastic-type moves that you see guys jumping from building to building, climbing outdoor walls and jumping over fences. Rest assured, there has been no edifice leaping (that I know of), but there sure has been a lot of climbing and careening off decks. I’m thrilled.
This is a video he made (I was the camera guy) and posted on YouTube. And yes, that is my finger at the end. So sorry.
Now, you may be saying to yourself, “Self, why in the world would she be excited about a 10 year old boy climbing the side of her chimney?” You know, it’s a conundrum really. Doesn’t make too much sense. Other than it means our young man has found something to challenge his brain and his brawn, which is the mantra around here…”Just Do Something.” And something he is doing.
He now has climbed just about every tree we own. Before trees were boring. See what I mean. He spends hours outside trying out his new stealth moves. He’s planning. He’s using muscles I’m sure even he didn’t know he had.
He’s even showed a few visitors his maneuvers. The last friend to be taught proclaimed, “This is the best time I’ve ever had at a friend’s house where there were no video games involved!”. Woo! Hoo! It made my heart sing. Victory.
Yes, another dream fulfilled on Providence Farms. The place where miracles do happen. You oughta come out sometime. That is if you don’t mind your boys scaling our chimney. Hee. Hee.