At 11:01 AM 1/26/2008, you wrote:
>SA: I went out with my 16 month old son while it was
>still dark after we awoke. The near-half bright moon
>clouded at times by the passing clouds. He didn't
>want to walk much. He hasn't been able to get used to
>the snow that much yet. When his hands touch the
>snow, he stays bent over, hand in snow, stunned, not
>moving a bit, then he cries. His hand becomes very
>cold. We walked away from the house further into the
>woods. The quiet winter, snow layed night. I put him
>down as we were surrounded by trees. I lit a piece of
>paper, and he picked up a stick, playing with the
>small fire. He looked around a bit, then I picked him
>up. We walked up this small hill into green eastern
>hemlocks, near the tall white pine full of shiny,
>brushy needles. The hemlock branches hung low to the
>earth. He began to cry, some fear maybe, for I had
>just put him down on the top of the hill and I had to
>use both hands to pull myself all the way up. I
>picked him up, but he kept crying. I found the spot I
>was looking for, and sat him on my lap. I collected
>dry leaves under the hemlocks, lit them, and walla! a
>fire. I threw on the small, dry needleless hemlock
>branches that lay abundantly on the earth. If anybody
>knows of these small hemlock branches, they know how
>easily they act as tinder. The fire grew, I threw in
>some larger sticks, and my son immediately quite
>crying, and began to play in the fire with a stick he
>picked up. He walked around in the snow, near the
>fire, looking around, coming back to the fire, playing
>in the ambers. Fire - warms the heart more than as
>biological felt heat!
SA,
I spend one day a week with my grandson. He's now 3 1/2 years
old. I experience him as a very young Captain Blood. He wants to be
a pirate when he grows up, and look for treasure. I remember when he
was only 16 months. How very sweet and innocent they are at that
age. I'm sure I was the first to teach him the pattern/word
tree. I'd take him outside and we'd investigate leaves, berries,
grass, ants, bees, etc. Last summer we caught a bee in a jar. After
studying that bee for quite a while, we let him go free. It was a
very exciting adventure.
I can't begin to tell you all of the things my grandson has taught
me. I bet your son has special things to teach you too.
Marsha
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