Wednesday, April 27, 2016
The Dream of a Child
The other day we were spending some quality family time building a deck flooring for our temporary tent arctic entry that extends into our future home. It was a day full of laughter, strategizing, measuring, sawing, screwing, and problem solving all while working together as a team. Pretty special day if you ask me!
During the prep work for the flooring, we were set to the task by the boss man of leveling the ground which we attacked with shovels and a rake. When Tucker got to a particularly hard section of stubborn ice he couldn't break up, Stretch directed him to the pick ax in the storage tent (we have a lot of tents currently on our property.) After instructions in safety for others and toes, Tucker decimated the ice block within a few minutes. He then decided the random spilled concrete patches around the area needed destroyed.
After some much needed further slow motion form and movement tutorial from Stretch, which was impressive and had my heart pitter-pattering *wink,wink*, Tucker was off with a vengeance. After decimating every possible patch and several large rocks, he decided that he'd make a good miner, which we wholeheartedly agreed with.
Me: 13, huh? (At the time, I wondered at the seemingly random age thrown out there, but as I think about it in my 10-year-old son's mind, it make sense. Most of the 13-year-olds we know are incredibly capable individuals who would be able to do just about anything physically and intellectually they wanted to if they put their effort to it. Plus it's an attainable age that makes the dream realistic. So...13 it is!)
Tucker: Yeah, 13. Could I own my own mine at 13?
Me: Well, you'd have to work that out with them when you negotiate the terms of your internship.