My kids and I, like all good Chicagoans squeeze the most fun out of our summer that we possibly can. For us, part of that means trading in the 4 wheel drive, for a pedal-powered two-wheeler. We have this awesome dutch style cargo bike, CETMA.
So last week I loaded the kids up and we biked over to my parents new condo to have a picnic dinner on their terrace (By the way, I am so excited they moved here! They are great parents and amazing grandparents!). But as we were riding home, it started raining. Some children might have cried, but not my boys. We laughed and we talked about how we didn’t know it was going to rain and we didn’t have an umbrella. And I tell you what, Lincoln has told me the story of us getting caught in the rain about 100x since then. He says, “Remember when we were riding home from Amma and Uppa’s and we didn’t know it was going to rain, and we got all wet?!” “Yea,” I say, “I do remember, that was so funny.”
Why does he ask me that? He asks me, because it’s a great story. It’s bonding. And, it’s the kind of memory I want his childhood to be made up of…
Last night I had the pleasure of attending the Write to Publish Conference in Wheaton. And as the final afternoon session ended, it started to pour. It was raining side-ways, there was lightning, there was thunder, and the parking lot where I parked was two feet deep in water in about fifteen minutes.
We hundled in the entryway waiting for a break, until by twos and threes we realized needed dinner. Or, like me we needed to save our cars, and show up for our dinner appointments. The rest of the night we looked like-half drowned cats. But I couldn’t help thinking of how much fun it would be to tell Lincoln about it the next day.
Not only do I want my children to enjoy the surprises in life, like getting caught in the rain, but I want to hold on to that childlike joy too. Don’t you?