It's a boys life

Greetings y'all

Mowgli starts camp next week. It will be a surreal week. I can't remember the last time I had a few days off work without my progeny. I can't remember the last time I had a few hours like that. Folks are telling me to splurge on myself, just not my style though. You see I like a simple life and more importantly I like my son, I actually enjoy being with him. The camp will be a great experience for him and I'm sure I'll get by with doing house work and finding a quiet spot to recenter.

This brings us to yesterday. As my junior mint said "it's a boys life dad". I decided to let him set the schedule du jour with my primary function being keeping said schedule. You see I have a quirky and exuberant child , OK some folks have labeled him ADHD, but I like my classification better and since this is my blog ...pfffft . Why was it a boys life? Well thanks for asking. We eased into the day , with him insisting I drink two cups of coffee. He then packed the back with our baseball gear, which he graciously allowed me to carry. We then commenced to hiking to the ball field.

Now anybody can walk to the field but we hike . He's found a wonderful long cut through the woods with a "crik" running through the middle. As we played in the heat he would take breaks in the cool shade. At one point I heard an excited call and knew it was the sound of a boy playing in a creek. I arrived on the scene to find Mowgli knee deep in water with minnows swimming around him while he searched for craw-daddies. We vacillated between baseball and craw-daddying .

Eventually lunch time came and pulled us back to our humble abode. That also worked into his plan to watch ' Last of the Summer Wine' , our mid-day respite. Since we practice conscious television viewing the show  ended and the magic talking  moving picture box was turned off so we could go swimming. I'm not sure but I need to check my son because he may have scales instead of skin. He is a little fish, or as he said " I'm a chip off the old bass" I'm pretty sure he meant I like swimming too and not that I'm an old smelly fish but this is not the time to question his intentions. I confess to an affinity for aquatic activities. Full day don't you think. Not quite yet though. He still had his karate training.

Since its only a few miles to his karate he figured why not walk there. I couldn't argue. We made the hour walk in 45 minutes. He trained hard then suggested we invade, err visit, the library, for his summer reading prize. We spent a couple of hours in the cool quiet of the library and proceeded our two person processional home. I noted he kept good track of his light up finger we got for his reading prize. You see historically my progeny is scatter brained but I've noticed since going off his meds he's been more focused. He humbled me when he articulated his fear of third grade while we walked to karate and later in the evening eloquently expressed why he loves dogs , wants one , but feels he isn't ready for one. I've never suggested he wasnt ready. I was humbled. We strolled home , snuggled up and read ourselves to sleep. I love my little guy! Sure he drive me bonkers it let's face he's a child, he only gets to be a child one time and since this is my first time being a father and his first time being a child we have plenty to learn

Folks time for my coffee as I watch the sunrise.