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Lost

A picture from the day that I discovered that not only am I the mother in charge of finding lost shoes, lip gloss, jackets, knives, snacks, pets, blankets, pillows, slime, homework, pencils, LEGOS, doll clothes and golf balls but that I’m also in charge of lost people.

Not to worry, we were really more slightly misdirected. And I, mother and finder of all lost things, was on the job. I noticed, monitored, studied and corrected the situation before anyone’s legs actually fell off as they were, apparently, threatening to.

As much as I am asked to find the things, and as often as I know how to find the things, I usually make my kids find the things themselves. Possibly with a few helpful hints, if I’m feeling magnanimous.

And what I learned on this last trip is that it’s time to break out the maps, because map reading is not a skill any of them have. (And bless my husband, heaven knows he needs it, he tries really hard but I fear he’d have been lost right along with them.)

How are you with a map? Directional sense? If you have kids do they know how to read a map?  

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words But…

It’s said that a pictures is worth a thousand words and it may be true, but sometimes they need a few more. 

A little girl meanders down a sandy road, with her dog trotting behind on a summer’s day.

But there was more to it than that.

For starters, that dog isn’t trotting along behind (he doesn’t ever do that), he is briefly checking in with his family before diving back into the foliage to see where his nose will lead him. That foliage is swarming with mosquitoes and biting flies (Can you see the little girl slapping her arm?) and riddled with poison ivy even if it does look inviting and green from a distance.   You can’t tell from the picture that that little girl is the princess of the family in every way and that everyone was surprised when she was the first to put her shoes on and run for the door when a hike in the woods was suggested. Nor can you tell that she’s out in front of her mom, grandpa and sister quick stepping along because she’s hoping to see the “interestin’ stuff” first and you can’t tell that she lingers at the interesting finds the longest. You also can’t tell that the accompanying sister is not the sister who was expected but the oldest, who was too interested not to come and too pretend-grumpy to admit it and so complained about the swarms of bugs and the lack of fun at every opportunity. You can’t see that her sister didn’t have too much time to complain because her grandpa was busy showing them tracks: deer tracks, bear tracks, turkey tracks, woodcock tracks, snapping turtle tracks and wolf tracks.  You can’t see her mom trying to identify flowers with the little girls’ grandpa, while checking out the growing hazelnuts and chewing on wintergreen. And you can’t see her mom melting in the sweatshirt that she’s wearing on such a hot day just to hide from the bugs as she gives the little girl a piggyback ride up the hills on the way home while snapping pictures of butterflies, flowers… and of  a little girl with her dog.

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but sometimes it still needs an additional three hundred and sixteen.