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Family Daze
Pink leaves and disposable cameras help make summer days bearable
By Debbie Farmer
I must admit, summer is a puzzling season. On one hand, I can get away with staying up late, forgetting my turn in the carpool and serving blue Popsicles for dinner. On the other hand, I have to work twice as hard to find stimulating activities that my 5-year-old son and my 8-year-old daughter will do together.
Take last year for example. By the second week of vacation, we had already checked out 12 library books and visited the zoo three times. By the third week the wading pool had sprung a leak and was listing to one side; and by week four my children were arguing over things like who had the most peanut butter on their sandwich and whose turn it was to pet the cat.
They'd watched so many episodes of "Animal Planet" they could tell the difference between a banded greenhouse thrip and a stump slug. I knew I had to think of something fast before they got really bored and turned on me.
That's when I remembered a regional park about 10 miles away with several hiking trails. What could be better than packing lunches and spending the day chasing butterflies, splashing through streams and smelling wildflowers?
"Ah, Mom, do we really have to go?," my daughter said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't want to," my son said, crossing both arms over his chest.
"Come on, it'll be fun," I said. "And you can each bring a new disposable camera to take pictures with."
Their eyes lit up, and I knew I had won.
The next morning we dispersed to fill our backpacks with essential survival supplies: I took food, water, and Band-Aids. My son packed his metal fire engine, and my daughter took a bottle of nail polish and a tube of cotton candy pink lipstick.
Great, I thought. If we encountered a loose wild animal on the trail, I could hypnotize it with the flashing red light, then hold it down and give it a beauty treatment while one of the kids ran for help.
When we arrived at the park, my children were so excited about seeing nature, that they immediately pulled out their disposable cameras and began taking pictures of other people's cars.
"Isn't this wonderful?" I said. The weather was balmy, the breeze refreshing, and the air smelled like grass and flowers. I put my arms straight out to my sides and twirled around like a windmill.
"I'm hungry," my son said.
"Just look at that giant tree," I cried, dragging him onto one of the more populated trails. "I think I see a banded greenhouse thrip."
"I'm hungry, too," my daughter said.
I finally gave in, and at 9:30 a.m., we sat down at the head of the trail and ate lunch. I began to think that my children were determined to spend the rest of the summer watching television and arguing over peanut butter. Then I had an idea: I picked up a leaf, put a napkin over it and gently rubbed it with cotton candy pink lipstick.
"Hey, a pink leaf," my daughter said. "Cool!"
After lunch we started down the trail and made rubbings of leaves, tree bark and anything else we found in our way. We eventually ran out of napkins and lipstick, but we kept walking anyway.
"Hey, look at that tree!" My son leaned back and took a picture of it while my daughter looked up at the sky and put her arms straight out to her sides and spun around like a windmill.
They were so immersed in what they were doing, they didn't realize how far we had hiked. In fact, I didn't either until we got back to the car and I felt the muscles in my thighs begin to cramp and red hot pain shoot through the bunions in my feet.
"Mom, why are you limping like that?" my daughter asked. "Are you OK?"
"Of course," I said, easing my blistered feet into the car.
When we got home, I had the film in the disposable cameras developed. We mostly had pictures of strangers, the undersides of tall trees and cars.
But my favorite picture was the one I took with my camera: my children kneeling over a napkin in the dirt, happily making pink leaf rubbings--together.
Debbie Farmer is the author of Life in the Fast-Food Lane: Surviving the Chaos of Parenting. Visit her website at: www.familydaze.com. Questions or comments? Email her at paradigmnews@familydaze.com or write to her c/o Paradigm News, Inc., P.O. Box 111372, Stamford, Conn. 06911-1372
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