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Boys will be…

March 29, 2014

This morning I woke at five, hugged on Shrek, packed the car, and brought the boys to visit their uncle several hours south for the weekend.  Since our arrival I have napped, edited several poems, and “published” my fourth water poem entitled; “Lifeguards”. The boys have been inside once to pee. Their morning started like this:

Bonfires and machetes

Bonfires and machetes

I must say the recent article in the Atlantic exploring children and “dangerous” play certainly came to mind as I heard myself saying; “please remember we don’t run with the machete.” But, if anyone is equipped and competent at guiding these boys in satisfying and stimulating uproarious play–it’s Uncle.

They have not stopped laughing, yelling, racing, tossing, whittling, tossing, wheel barrowing, or screeching for three hours. They have bumps, scratches, pine needles, and sap stains all over them. They are in total bliss.

Marcel, shirtless, and cell drenched with the smell of smoke just came in to hug in me and tell me they are having an “epic adventure in boys will be….” He ran back outside before finishing the sentence.

 

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 30, 2014 1:07 am

    They look like they are having the best time ever and they are learning how to do practical stuff!

    • March 30, 2014 1:14 pm

      Absolutely! (And learning to be safe at the same time.) They tap into something that is almost primal here-with a huge yard, their up for most anything Uncle, and permission to explore.

  2. April 13, 2014 12:58 pm

    room to play. its a great great thing

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