When my kids were small and we were having a hard day, I remember my mom once telling me to "put them in water". And, of course, like so often when I listen to my mother it worked like a charm. A warm bath or a cool a shallow wading pool; a trip to the lake or the river or a creek. It always quieted my frazzled nerves and calmed their jagged moods.
And so yesterday, when my two very big kids were (happily! loudly!) bouncing off the walls of our very small house, I put her advice to new use, some ten years later. They needed to move – and yell and play – that much was certain. So when Lupine suggested a swim (desipte the 66 F on the thermostat and the even colder spring fed creek) I heard my mom's voice in my head.
I enthusiastically agreed.
We rounded up swimming suits, my knitting bag, towels, and Sage, and set off for the creek.
And after a few minutes of shouts and screams and rowdy splashes, I happily discovered that "put them in water" works as well for wild-and-crazy big kids as it once did for fussy toddlers. Who knew?
(You're right. My mom probably did.)