I introduced my kids to Chippawa Creek today.
First things first- it's pronounced Crick- not Creek. I don't know why, that's just the way it is, the way it has always been. My dad grew up beside it, and my grandparents lived near it. It's always been Chip'wa Crick. And it always will be. If you call it a creek (which Geoff sometimes does), I know that you didn't grow up around here, and that you don't really know the area.
Sawyer of course wanted in the water. I know Sawyer. She would be in for about 10 seconds before she fell over and got completely soaked. But, I felt it was important somehow for her to be in. So, off came the boots and in the water she went. She was good, respectful of the water. She squished her toes, and kicked the rocks. She touched with her hands. My pretty girl closed her eyes and stood with her toes in the water, and the sun on her face. I asked her if she liked it.
"Yes mommy. I like the water. I feel like a butterfly."
:) I don't know why it was a butterfly. But I didn't care. She was being introduced to it. She was feeling it and getting it.
We threw the stick and let the dog shake off the water. Sawyer roamed and wandered. She found the rainforest (how she knows that word, I have no idea. My best guess is Diego and Dora.) and so many "treasures" (rocks, sticks, a golden leaf and an old broken lighter.)
We got windblown, and both kids peed in the bush (well, beside it). Axle ran and played, until he was calm and satisfied. There was sun on our cheeks and our shoulders. Sebastian has freckles and Sawyer has apple-bloom on hers.
They loved it. Sebastian asked to come home once. I told him it was enough, and to not do that anymore. And he didn't. We chased butterflies. Axle saw another dog, but just raised his head, looked. He heaved a sigh, then rolled over and stretched out again.
I was really happy myself. I knew the smells that I was smelling. I knew the sights, the sounds. I was there, when I was 5, 15, 25, 35. My son, my daughter, my dog...they were all there with me. We felt the energy of the trees, and the water, and the people around us. We were present in the moment.
We are going to have to do that again.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "natural inclination."