Thursday 9 April 2009

of recklessness and water

I'm late posting in three different places, my desk looks like someone slobbered on it, and still....

The watershed behind the house is full of water again. Deep, and blue, and rippled with the wind. Rosey was throwing stones and trying to make the beaver show himself by smacking the water with a stick (don't laugh, it works!) and I was letting her inch closer and closer to the deep grassy edge...

(no, she didn't fall in)

(breathe, Bear, breathe!)

Bear is very careful with the kids around water. Veeery careful. If they ever fall in, it will be all my fault - I don't set a good example and will happily take of my shoes and paddle in the puddles with my small-and-eager sidekick. Water is fun.

Of course, I grew up around a lake. With sloping depths and sandy bottoms. Without a current. So his fears are justified.


But this daughter of mine was born to be a water-baby. She gets it. She feels the water in the wind on her skin, breathes it in, turns green eyes on it with a loving, longing look.

She will be the swimmer of the two, the boater, the sailor, happy on the high seas.

She stands at the window, watching the water.

'Can we go out again?'

Of course.

5 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

Oh my, though, that's some water to be close to. I'd be nervous too.

Pam said...

How lovely of you, to bring up your children without fear. Or at least as far as possible.

Ree said...

Waterbabies are special. It's a freeing feeling. ;-)

BabelBabe said...

that would probably make me sick with fear, but I would ignore it and try to let the kids enjoy it -- as I am also a waterbaby. by all means, get a boat - you could probably find something cheap on Craigslist....

My float said...

Look at that current! I'd be deep breathing too!

Having said that, my Master A adores water. Just jumps right in, clothes and all. You have a little soul mate over here, Rosey!

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