I realized Saturday that my kids have totally, completely missed out on the childhood I experienced.
A childhood involving worms and dirt and mud and skinned knees, and leathery feet from playing outside barefooted, and muscled-up legs from entire days spent roaming the neighborhood on a bike.
My poor kids.
But that’s all about to change… for the first time since 2005, we have a house in a neighborhood with a real back yard. A yard that backs up to … WOODS. And Saturday we made a new friend.
It began when we were working in the yard, and found this…
Katie Beth wanted no part of it, being the sheltered, pampered, loves-the-indoors city girl that she is, but Annie was feeling bold and adventurous and …. touched it. “He’s made of rubber!” she shrieked.
And after she touched it… she … held it.
Oh yeah. She’s bad to the bone, all right.
“I want to name him….. Lee,” she announced.
Lee Dirty was part of our lives only briefly that day — we let him go to do his thing in the dirt — but he made a lasting impression.
We talked about him all weekend; wondered if he had gone to worm church on Sunday morning.
It was the first step in my kids’ de-city-fication process.
Oh yeah. They’ll be country kids before you know it.