Summer walks of
the Summer promised to be unsuccessful. The efforts connected with moving fell on good weather, but as soon as life began to be adjusted, loaded rains. Heavenly rainfall never hindered to walks, but this time the multi-day drizzle from the gray bessolnechny sky caused in me melancholy. Splashed out the collected fatigue from adult problems and crucial decisions, disappointment on the broken trip to the country. The son was content with hour walk in a sandbox, considering that all exit to the street zamyslen for its visit - from last year`s travel, campaigns, trips at the sea there passed nearly a half of his life. But I knew that how more interesting and filled with impressions could be our existence.
Some sense of guilt, and even more - all-maternal desire of the best fate to the child was led to the fact that once I suggested the son to go to travel. Having divided stocks of provisions and spare clothes between our backpacks, we left an entrance. The direction was chosen simply - not on the left (to the subway), not to the right (to a playground), and directly. Unfortunately, did not come to my mind to keep the diary of the surprising finds and unexpected adventures which were permanently waiting us on the way to this the first and the subsequent, become regular, walks. In spite of the fact that routes of walks began to repeat over time, each of them gave something new. Invariable were only daily 3 - 4 hours on air passed on foot kilometers of roads and footpaths and the diverse trophies which the son by all means brought home.
Then forces and for cultural campaigns were: dolphinarium, zoo, oceanarium, amusement park.
in the middle of the summer, having calmed down and having reconciled to impossibility of visit of distant and near resorts, went to relatives to Moscow area. There we were met by the wood: real, with berries and mushrooms, abundance of trees and herbs, frogs and lizards, hills of ant hills, lakes and streamlets. For the city child of walk on such wood - the fairy tale where pictures from favourite books come to life, sound, smell. The son was admired by both edibility and variety of forest gifts: raspberry, bilberry, wild strawberry, stone bramble, mespilus, hare cabbage, pine smolka. We spent on peschano much time - clay coast of lakes though to get the son from oozy water and it became more difficult to attach to overland life each time.
I here, the summer came to an end. Touching memoirs, I found out what for a long time I did not have such long, eventful and surprises of vacation. As it is banal sounds - I began to look at the world other eyes. No, not eyes of the son, but also fixedly, attentively, waiting. If there are no miracles, I create them. And my pleasure - for pleasure of my child.
Often I use the Internet for search of new ideas and, frankly speaking, I am tired to get useful information among a set of unnecessary words. Therefore (invented and borrowed) decided to relieve the list of occupations on walk of excess descriptions and lyrical digressions. For brevity wanted to exclude all the known entertainments, but too difficult was a question “Known? Whether all?“ . So I provide the list full (everything that was remembered) and in advance I apologize for banalities and evidence.
- we Investigate vicinities. That is we go, we look around and we look for useful (new shops, playgrounds, picturesque pieces of the nature) or interesting (workers got into the hatch, a rain worm on the road, the lawn-mower, children let a kite, a nesting box on a tree). Here it is important to be adjusted on perception of the child, to realize as he sees a lot of things for the first time, and then searches will surely be crowned with success. my son with admiration watches
- at activity of adults. Supervision over construction of the new house resembled fascinating series. Also specially visited repair of the road. And twice the real happiness fell down us. The first time to the son entrusted to water a front garden from a hose - and it selflessly poured more than an hour water on flowers, trees, passersby. The second time workers laid a tiled path at a playground, and the son received the real trowel and a task to level sand and to choose stones.
- Along the road in the big city to walk unhealthy and unpleasantly. But we there sometimes go because there cars. Not only the cars which are coming around and to our yard, and huge dump trucks, excavators, concrete mixers and unsatiable passion of the son - tractors.
- new playgrounds by all means are In process of studying of vicinities. Somewhere it is better than a hill, than ours, somewhere a special roundabout or an interesting construction for young gymnasts. On new platforms we get new friends, and there comes settled life time - walk every day on the found platform will not call wind of wanderings yet. At a playground too a set of interesting occupations. Obligatory swing, hills, roundabouts. Swedish walls, huge game complexes. The son himself somehow defines that it is necessary for him - sometimes carries out all walk on a swing, or without getting out of a sandbox. And sometimes in several minutes will test all shells of a playground and calls me further to travel.
- a Specific place among areal entertainments is held by a sandbox: digging in sand, a Kulichiki, cooking from sand, games in building. We build the house of natural materials or a bed (we stick leaves, flowers in a sand small group). Once on a sandbox side the son organized an exhibition of stones.
- Is drawn by pieces of chalk or a stick on the earth: pictures, geometrical figures, letters. I draw two parallel lines - a path, I suggest the son to pass, run, without having touched edge. Again two lines - but are now the small river over which it is necessary to jump. And then - there are a lot of small rivers and streamlets, and seeing our enthusiasm, and other children join cheerful jumps through the imagined water flows. And new transformation - the platform - a bog, it is necessary to pass it on the drawn circles - hummocks. by
- It is started up soap bubbles. We play a ball (more often in soccer). In windless weather we start disks - vertoletik (a purchased toy). We master an UFO. once the son collected by
- A dozen of sticks, and we spread them in a row from the longest to the shortest. And then sorted by length.
- Should go also to shops. I accompany rare campaigns in “A garden and a kitchen garden“ or “Fabrics“ with the story what the shop is and why we go there. I tempt with bookstore the played son to come for walk. The same shop rescues when travel does not want to come to an end - with the bought book the son quicker me rushes home (to read!) . The special relations with a grocery supermarket - were developed the ways of reduction of children`s inquiries, fight against everyones “buy“ also the list minimum harmful “awards to the obedient boy“ (but it is a subject for other article). Generally as a conclusion - it is necessary to go to shops not only, but also it is useful.
- the shop where it is worth coming not for the sake of purchases - pet-shop Is. We go there as in pass - a zoo.
- Though travel our manumissions which are not limited to time and the direction sometimes to have to stimulate the movement of the son (for example to come back home). Besides, it is interesting to diversify walking on the known roads. Therefore I suggest the son to run as a cheetah and as a turtle, to jump a hare (through pools). Often we take with ourselves the truck on a rope, we carry collected values in a body: stones, cones. If got too far - we can come back home by tram. Recently the son tried to explain
- where he wants to go, but I could not understand him in any way. As a result suggested to take away me to this place, and the son with enthusiasm moved. We stopped at one of the playgrounds mastered the day before though I am not sure whether he meant it at the beginning. And now I allow the son to pave the way most, sometimes giving him simple instructions (for example, to go to shop). I nourish the idea to draw the map of our area and to teach the child to be guided according to it.
- Interesting even for me a task - to find the shortest road to the house. We try to define precisely the direction and we make the way on a cross-country terrain - a way though difficult, but more interesting by what the asphalted roads. If we find
- some eminence, the son clambers and jumps off from it with my help or. Likes to jump on tires, vryty in the earth, to perelazit or jump through low small fences. Often goes on borders. Rains we love
- , especially warm pouring heavy rains. We put on gumboots, a waterproof jacket and we will measure pools. More true all this is done by the son, and I stoically become wet in clothes, less suitable for natural cataclysms. But I remember pleasure of a flop on a deep pool, the jumps which are giving rise to millions of splashes. Therefore not only I do not forbid, but even I teach the son how to jump with big effect, I show pools more deeply. The entertainment which still remained since spring - we start up on water sailing vessels from nut skorlupok. And after a rain the son likes to fill up with sand a pool under a swing. Familiarizing with romanticism - walks in the rain, in the dark with a small lamp.
- Sometimes we feed with bread of pigeons and sparrows. We go to expedition to the rivulet near the house, we look for ducks that to feed them.
- Still each walk is an obligatory experience of communication with children and adults. I try to remain in the shadow and I allow the son to show independence. the Wood gives to
- the, special adventures. Though I suspect that the majority of them can be found also in city park. The most important occupation - collecting. Berries, especially wild strawberry, the son learned to find better me. The adult needs to remember that it is possible to collect not only edible values, but also cones, beautiful snags, seeds of different plants. The delight is caused by big stubs - on them and from them it is possible to jump. Valuably and acquaintance to local fauna - unprecedented birds, frogs, bugs, butterflies, ants. New impressions walk on a forest landscape - the fallen trees, hills, ditches, transition through a stream on a log gives, moss hummocks, impassable thickets. As rest I seat the son on a branch of a shady tree - with pleasure sits, inspects vicinities.
- City and forest reservoirs differ only in what in forest (but actually too man-made) in good weather allowed the son potolochsya at the coast. Carried away it not swimming, but games with water, sand, clay any more. In the city, on the bridge through the small river, such games were popular: throwing of stones, throwing in water of various natural materials, with the purpose to learn sinks - does not sink. With surprise having learned that my child considers that small rivers (from each party of the bridge) showed two the experiences which are not bothering to the son: threw a leaf on the one hand and ran to watch at another as it will come up. Subsequently explained with the same experience that such current.
- Still we love flowers - we smell and we consider beds. We blow off down from dandelions. A touch we blow up pods with seeds of a plant of the touchy person. Several times, having remembered the childhood, spun wreaths from the dandelions collected by the son. Sometimes I make bouquets - I try to cultivate esthetic taste in the child.
- the Important element of our walks - the talk accompanying them. I tell about what we see. Especially - a story about flora and fauna - not only that met, but also what is not visible or what will be later (about future apples of a spring apple-tree, about why at the end of June ducks were gone, about that who pushed out an earth small group from an underground hole). The son learned to speak recently, but already mastered several verbal games. The most favourite - riddles which I think out: “vegetable, grows in the earth, outside brown, white inside, crude it is not eaten, and cook or fry“, “the African animal with a long neck“, “furniture on which sit, it is similar to a table, it is only less“. Another, developing observation game - to look for blue (yellow, red etc.) pieces of world around. Still we play loading of the train: we load in the first car (listing) prickly objects, in the second - cold, in the third - transparent and t of. Game infinite also carries away for a long time. Sometimes and simply, without game I ask to call all fruit, parts of a body, insects and so on. This occupation well calms the tired, capricious child and the road to the house seems well. the End of walk we note
- one of rituals of reduction of the found treasures. Most often we hide them in a hiding place or we bury as a treasure. We throw cones, stones into a pool or we try to get them to a tree. Seeds and berries of a mountain ash we spread on a branch for birds, we decorate a fencing with flowers. And a lot of things should be taken with itself - and houses are necessary freights for transportation, throwing shells, food for dolls and multipurpose sticks.
That`s all our summer entertainments. In conclusion thought that It is necessary to tell a little and about the general approach to long walks. We gave a carriage when the son was one and a half years old. When to the son it was executed two - told him that I will not carry it any more on hands as he grew up. If now the child complains of fatigue - I suggest it to make a halt. If very much asks on handles - I take, but I stand still (I say that to go so hard) and the son quickly enough gets down from hands and runs further.we with ourselves take
of Things much. Usually the son in the backpack bears molds for sand, cookies, a package (for purchases or use as a laying). In my backpack waterproof windbreakers on a rain case, additional clothes on a cold case (I dress the son easily), the spare panties and socks, water, fruit (cut by pieces I feed with them, holding a piece through cellophane), paper kerchiefs, hydrogen peroxide, a plaster. However, provident I am such not always though I understand that the considered collecting does us independent of weather and other conditions.
we Put on conveniently in such clothes in which it is possible to climb, dig everywhere in sand and the earth, to roll down from hills of any degree of rustiness, to lap in a pool. Actually, except for one festive suit, the son has all such clothes. Backpack too important detail of clothes (here and education of independence and responsibility and more difficult mechanisms of self-affirmation and self-esteem). A backpack at the son easy, capacious, with a fastener on a breast (as at the real tourist backpack).
If I was tired, badly I feel, is tortured by household chores or at sleepless night at the computer - without any sense of guilt I can refuse daily walk or creep out only in the next sandbox. Therefore all our travel are filled with the general pleasure, enthusiasm, mutual understanding and the solidarity saving from mine irritations, impatience and filial whims. And if something sometimes also goes not as it would be desirable - the saved-up positive experience of travel protects from negative generalizations. And every time I with a light heart and an anticipation of the unknown cross a threshold of the house and mentally I wish us: “Happy journey!“.