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rathbone
Lovin' The Homestead
I have noticed many families have a family sport. I am thinking our family sport is reading.
My six year old was sitting at the table reading when I announced we were going to the park. He showed no sign of hearing so I put a hand on either side of his face and lifted it so he was looking at me. "We are going to the park, get your things". His eyes went back to the book but he carefully maneuvered down from the table and slowly worked his way toward the door in what I call "book walk".
We took off up the hill, but of course he was oh-so-slowly coming, shuffling along with his nose in the book. I yelled back for him to hurry up but the only change was his left hand moved out in front of him in a groping movement. I went back, took his hand and basically hauled him up the hill.
He dutifully stumbled along, and upon arriving he stood, catatonic, only his eyes tracing back and forth. I asked him if he were going to go play....no response. I went back and carefully lowered him to sitting position.
A man remarked "He is missing all the fun". I smiled and nodded my head but I mentally said "Sir, you have no idea how much fun he is having".
I spent my childhood with my nose in a book. As an adult, making family trips I remember climbing into the car, reading, and 20 hours later arriving at our destination. My daughters in the back seat, were doing exactly the same. (no I probably wasn't very good company for my husband on the trip - however, nor did we fight along the way ) He used to tell me I missed the entire drive. All I could think was that I had just had an amazing journey of another kind.
My six year old was sitting at the table reading when I announced we were going to the park. He showed no sign of hearing so I put a hand on either side of his face and lifted it so he was looking at me. "We are going to the park, get your things". His eyes went back to the book but he carefully maneuvered down from the table and slowly worked his way toward the door in what I call "book walk".
We took off up the hill, but of course he was oh-so-slowly coming, shuffling along with his nose in the book. I yelled back for him to hurry up but the only change was his left hand moved out in front of him in a groping movement. I went back, took his hand and basically hauled him up the hill.
He dutifully stumbled along, and upon arriving he stood, catatonic, only his eyes tracing back and forth. I asked him if he were going to go play....no response. I went back and carefully lowered him to sitting position.
A man remarked "He is missing all the fun". I smiled and nodded my head but I mentally said "Sir, you have no idea how much fun he is having".
I spent my childhood with my nose in a book. As an adult, making family trips I remember climbing into the car, reading, and 20 hours later arriving at our destination. My daughters in the back seat, were doing exactly the same. (no I probably wasn't very good company for my husband on the trip - however, nor did we fight along the way ) He used to tell me I missed the entire drive. All I could think was that I had just had an amazing journey of another kind.