I came across a fantastic quote the other day:
What is adventure? If a lone wolf lifts his plaintive call into the moonlight near your campsite, you might call that adventure. While you’re sweating like a horse on a climb over a 12,000 foot pass, that could be adventure. When howling head winds press your lips against your teeth, you face a mighty struggle. When your pack grows heavy on your shoulders as your climb a 14,000 foot peak, you feel the adventure. When you suffer freezing temperatures and 20 inches of fresh powder on a hut to hut trip in the Rockies, that could be called adventure. But that’s not what makes an adventure. It’s your willingness to conquer it, and to present yourself at the doorstep of nature. That creates the experience. No more greater joy can come from life than to live inside a moment of adventure. It is the uncommon wilderness experience that gives your life expectation.”
~Frosty Wooldridge, Golden, Colorado
So I said, “No.”
I said, “No,” when the boys asked if they could play with their friends (they get to nearly every day). I said, “No,” to practicing lacrosse in the backyard, watching a movie, and playing the Wii. I told them that instead of those things, we were going on a family adventure. We were going…exploring.
They hemmed and hawed and begrudgingly (but politely) got into the truck, and we got out here.
It was at this point that my 9yo slipped his hand inside of mine and said, “Thank you, Mom.” It was the kind of hand holding like when they were little and needed to cross the street. The kind that just says hey, I know that you’re there and everything is beautiful and lovely and it’s just simply a pretty great day.
The kind that quietly says, “I love you.”
So, so good.