Tuesday, May 8, 2012
A Hike With a Stream
With warmer weather finally here, I've started taking Jackson, our almost four year old, hiking with me. Frankly, the main purpose of bringing him along is so that I might actually get some exercise myself. When I say to my husband that "I am going on a hike," he immediately begins to freak out at the possibility of being left alone with both boys and so begins a lengthy argument of who exactly gets free time when. If I say, "Jackson and I are going on hike," he has no argument, that's a 50/50 split in the kid category.
Obviously, hiking with an almost four year old doesn't exactly lead to the cardio work-out I normally hope for. Hikes that would normally take me around 45 minutes are finished at around an hour and a half, what between his short legs and desire to stop for "clues" at multiple points along the trail. But the key word here is finished, my little man has his mom's stubborn attitude. No he is not tired. No he does not want to turn around. He wants to go to the top every time, and thus far he's made it.
We left on Sunday with intentions of doing a short hike by the river. But as I was pulling out of my driveway the should be left became a right as I decided he didn't need a short/easy hike, he was ready for the real thing. I phoned my husband to let him know where we would be to which he replied, "you shouldn't even waste your time driving there, he'll never make it." That's no advice for a stubborn mom! I drove the thirty minutes to the trail head, pumping Jackson up the entire way there with what a cool hike this was.
Cool, and steep. Very steep. In fact, much steeper than I remembered. Continually I told Jackson we could stop to rest if we needed too, but up, up, up, he went, refusing my suggestions. It wasn't until I noticed him doing his potty dance and told him he could pee outside that I finally got him to rest. "How come I get to pee outside?" I explained that when we are in the middle of the woods with no restroom nearby it was okay if we needed to pee outside. Excited as could be he immediately whipped out his business, pointing it straight down the trail to see how far the stream would reach. And of course, the one and only group of people that we would see on the trail all day, automatically appear below us. Three women, all laughing, one of which says, "no worries, that's about all the penis any of us will see for a while."
Upon realizing that peeing in the woods is accepted when hiking, Jackson began to ask for more and more water as we walked. He would drink quickly, and then in a matter of minutes, suddenly need to pee again. And again, and again, and again... My patience can stand unusual rock finds, peeking through the binoculars for wildlife, or stopping to listen for zebras, but it was running low for forced urination. His new hobby had added at least an additional half hour to our excursion. It was like a slow torture trying to get down that mountain, which was disappointing after the overwhelming pride I had in the fact that he had actually made it up the mountain. Oddly enough, when I got home and told my husband about our adventure, his pride lay less in Jackson proving him wrong by making it to the top, and more in his new love of peeing outdoors. Men!