After spending as much time as I have in the woods with my children, and so many others, I’m always surprised at my inability to predict how our adventure will unfold. And then I find myself being surprised that I was, in fact, surprised to begin with! From the moment we step into parenthood I feel that the one constant, is to expect the unexpected. So what does this mean for being in the woods with our children? Some ancient old wisdom: be prepared.
With our walking sticks in hand, my nearly 5 year old (heaven forbid I call her 4!), 17 month old, and I headed into the woods this morning. Unlike my first, my son was eager to get out of the carrier and walk on his own. From the start, I wasn’t able to backcarry him-for literal fear he would pick out the hair on the back of my head, one by one. It only has to happen a few times to know that the backcarry game is over! All this to say, I didn’t bring a carrier. And so it was this day, he decided he only wanted to be held. So when my (nearly) 5 yr old decided she was cold and wanted to end the hike, my burning arms enthusiastically agreed.
Lesson reminded, just be prepared. Next time I’ll throw the carrier in the car. Why not.