Small Steps...

My father must have cursed me on one of our many family hikes.  I was ALWAYS at the end, fussing and complaining about wanting to go back "home", being tired, hot or not wanting to be around bugs!  My sweet Daddy always stayed at the back of the pack with me, pulling me  encouraging me along the way.  I HATED these excursions and anything that my parents found "educational" or full of "family fun".

Funny how nowadays, I find these excursions fun.... and pointing out "educational" tidbits to my children, such as the spanish moss hanging from the trees, deer tracks or plants along the paths.  I am SO my parents 15 yrs ago and it makes me laugh....

My father must have cursed me on one of our many family hikes, because this past weekend, we took a little hiking trip around town and guess what?  I was stuck in the back, dragging my middle(for now!) child along.  Bless his heart!  If he can run on trails, he does a GREAT job!  He has such little legs and does the best he can, BUT if he has to hold your hands and "be careful"?  All the fun is taken out of the trip and I am at the back, PULLING him along!!!  Towards the end of our fun yesterday he had just HAD it.  He wanted attention, so he just sat himself right down.... IN THE MUD!  He stood up, finally, after his sweet Daddy talked him into getting up.  Guess what?  He had a seat filled with a muddy print!

Once we got home, I wrote the story on my Daddy's Facebook wall.  Guess what he had to say?  "This warmed my heart!"  I laughed all evening about that statement.....  Life has a funny way of paying you back, doesn't it?!  :o)