93. Progress Remembered

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Earlier this summer I was a little saddened to see my son’s reaction to being in the unfamiliar forest (see this) – my beloved forest! He hated it. He cried to go back. Meanwhile, his local cousins happily romped through the ferns and pine needles. Oh, my beautiful, beloved, wonderful Black Hills forest that I’d explored since my earliest days! But during our three weeks there, he began to reach out more, to touch things, to not feel so out of place. This cheered me. One day we followed a path in town lined with purple dame’s rocket and other wild flowers (and invasive weeds, if we’re being honest), and he reached out to touch things and notice them. I was so proud of him, so very happy to see him becoming acclimated to a place (the Black Hills) where being outdoors is basically a part of everyday life. We have the misfortune to not be able to live there currently, but my hope is to claw more and more time each year out for us to spend there, in the place that I love and consider home, and that hopefully he will come to love as well. Baby steps. Isn’t that what it’s all about?
Even now, only November, I’m counting the weeks until we can return in early summer.

 

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2 thoughts on “93. Progress Remembered

  1. Hello Kristina! I found you over at MOPS.org/blog and wanted to check out your blog. Loved this post – we moved to SD from the Denver area a few months ago, and I am looking forward to exploring the hiking trails more next summer once we’ve had time to settle in a little better. Thanks for a great post.

    • Thanks so much, Lizsa! I’m happy to give you all kinds of tips about the beautiful Black Hills if you would like! My sister is in Mops there.

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