It occurs to me sometimes that there is a whole lot more I could be doing with my boys. There is preschool, swim lessons, zoo programs, art classes. There's gymnastics and baseball, soccer and tumbling. Even around the house I could be doing weekly letters and themed activities. My Eli is almost five, and while he could count to 10 at 18 months, he hasn't gotten much beyond that. There is a whole lot out there, and not much of it do we do. Sometimes I feel guilty about it. Maybe we would be better off getting up and going to some lesson or another, rather than sitting around all morning eating breakfast slowly and playing lego. Maybe the boys would have a happier summer at the lake if only I had them in swim lessons all year long.
And then, we go out to the farm to do a whole lot of nothing, and Eli spends half an hour staring at a gopher hole.
And catches a frog in the grass, calmly examining it before he "lets it go back to it's family."
And in the meantime, Silas quietly and independently crawls over piles
of wood, up mountains of dirt, and in and out of barb wire fences,
staring down horses in the way.
And to some, racing off to swim lessons and gymnastics club, this may not seem very productive or educational, but to me it was absolutely beautiful. They will learn to swim this summer when they see all their cousins jumping in the lake. You should see their tumbling acts as they wrestle on my bed every morning. Next week I may work on the alphabet, and counting past ten, and writing their names. This week we're going to work on nothing, and enjoy every minute of it.
And in case you wondered what Baby Brother was doing, he was going for his first horseback ride, just as you would expect a boy of mine to do.