Something about waking up the morning after a rain makes me think, “We need to go throw rocks in the creek!” So that’s what we did yesterday, after making sure the carrots had survived our most recent storm. Robby kept talking about the “Big WaWa!” We found an orange slug on a rock and pestered him a bit.
Today we went with some friends to discover a lovely river and trail area that I had no idea existed around here. The boys and I waded out a bit and looked at the crawfish, aka: “little lobsters,” and for Robby, the water was even bigger.
I’ve had this book, Last Child in the Woods – Saving Our Children From Nature Deficit Disorder, sitting on my nightstand for about 3 weeks now. I actually just returned it to the library without ever opening it. And that seems off, even to me. I’d eyed it so many times in book stores and had put it on hold at the library, but once in the house it sat in the stack, last on my priority list. I don’t want to say, “I already know,” but I guess in a way I kind of feel like, you know, I already know!
I didn’t feel I needed to read in a book that it is so important to get the boys outside as much as possible. I didn’t need to read what would happen if I didn’t. And I don’t feel like I need a book to tell me what to do to avoid this problem – Um, go outside!
Forgive me, because I don’t mean to put down the book. It’s highly acclaimed, and I respect the goals of the research on which it’s based. I guess it just makes me sad that people would need a book.