I’ve been taking the dog on a walk every afternoon since Ash Wednesday. It’s my Lenten activity. A one mile walk to exercise my dog, to talk to God, to breathe the air, to give thanks. The adding in of this time feels like a good choice right now.
I missed my window during school hours today due to work load and conference calls and life as it happens. I didn’t have time to take my walk until after the boys had been home for an hour. I asked BigBrother if he wanted to walk with me—down to the creek and back. He agreed.
I asked the questions I normally ask over dinner. Who did you eat lunch with today? Who did you play with at recess? How was your talking? Was everyone on green? Did anything surprise you today? He talked about his day. And talked some more.
We walked down the big hill, his little feet taking three steps to my little feet; his body not quite used to the gravitational pull of the big hill, the teeny rocks, gravel, salt, and ash of winter mixed together under our feet.
“Do you run down this hill sometimes?”
“Do you run up the hill?”
“Slowly,” I admitted.
We got to the bottom, turned around, and started back up the hill.
I started to ask him more questions.
What’s your favorite color? Green. What’s your favorite song? Oh, wow. I don’t know. I like all kinds of songs now. At first it was just “Gangam Style,” but now it’s “Wake Me Up When It’s All Over” and “Gangnam Style” and the Frozen song. What’s your favorite drink? I like lots of drinks! Soda—I know you like me to say pop, but I like to call it soda. Milk—I really like milk. Gatorade. What’s your favorite TV show? I like watching Pokemon DVDs right now.
“Why are you asking me all these questions, Mommy?”
I looked down at him. “I just want to know who you are.”
“Oh, well. That’s cool. Just so you know, I like the red Bakugan even though my favorite color is green. The red one is for fire. The green one, grass, his weakness is fire. And so that’s why I like the red one more.” On and on he went. I smiled and looked up at the sky.
I gave up a little of my alone time today, a little of my intention with my Lenten activity—but not really, I suppose. I had a God moment today, out on the road with my oldest son, my mini-me.
I am thankful.