I don’t see my sister to often, but this year I surprised her by visiting her for her 30th birthday. Sara had been calling me multiple times in the weeks prior to her birthday really saddened about her birthday. She was telling me how she felt forgotten, because people had made other plans the week of her birthday. So when Garon (Sara’s hubs) messaged me to ask if I could make it home for her birthday, I without hesitation said yes.
We have always been pretty inseparable. So much to the point everyone always thought we were twins, which we kind of are in a way. Sara and I are what they call Irish Twins. We were born pretty close.
Sara always raved about her adventures of the beautiful Fern Clyffe waterfall in the Shawnee hills of Southern Illinois. “There are rocks as big as houses, and you can climb inside the waterfall from the bottom and the top.” She would describe.
We had went there a couple of times when we were younger, but I had lost these childhood memories in a car accident when I was a teen. Many of my childhood memories are gone, unless there are pictures I don’t remember much.
So while I was home to see her for her birthday, we took a trip even further south to hike the beloved Fern Clyffe. Sara would light up with joy showing her husband some of the awesome cliffs. Garon is talented photographer and cinematographer in the St Louis area and Sara knew that he would love the opportunity that laid in the Shawnee hills. And love it he did. We explored the caves, rocks, and creek. We took our time and just enjoyed the time together.
The waterfall was dried up, so this gave us an opportunity that Sara had not yet had. We hiked to the top of the waterfall and laid on the spout of the falls in the sunshine. Garon pulled out his handy drone and took some fun shots of us from an aerial view.
I really do miss my sister and spending her 30th birthday with her, was the best day I could ask for. I call my sister at least 3 times a week just to chat. Sometimes we chat about our Etsy businesses and sometimes we chat about the ups and downs of the week. It is hard being away from her, but hiking with her for her birthday brought my heart so much joy. I will impatiently wait for the day where we hike together again.
My favorite look on a child is a dirt covered face. Seriously seeing the little dirt lines on their cheeks just makes me melt. I spent my summers on the muddy banks of the Kaskaskia River. Digging in the banks where the craw daddies gathered and the fishin’ was good. When I wasn’t digging in the mud I was playing army in the woods with my brothers. We were covered head to toe in dirt, grass stains, and probably worm ooze from baitin’ our fishin’ hooks.
Fortunately my minions take after their momma. They love to dig in my back yard and collect “samples” of grass blades, rocks, and dirt. So honestly when they come to me offering a mud pie, I am well aware that they have probably already taste tested this amazing dish. Their offer for me to taste as well is very sincere. It is amazing to watch them learn and make new discoveries daily.
It doesn’t bother me that they’ve just shoveled grass and dirt into their mouth. It doesn’t bother me that they’ve licked the shovel that they used to dig a hole for their dirt pie.God made dirt! Oh so often kids are found in therapy offices playing in sensory tables and gadgets designed to help with their occupational therapy needs. They play with sand, beans, and more trying to awaken their senses.
However, we seem to forget the best tools for therapeutic play are literally outside our front door.
This flower box is meant for a beautiful display of colorful floral arrangements, but instead I left Raylan to play, feel the dirt on his hands, and run his fingers through it.
You see children need to build their immune system and be exposed to the environment around them. Exposing our children to the germs and allergens around them helps produces immunity too many adulthood challenges such as allergies, bacteria , and microbes.
So, yes I let my children eat dirt and play on the mud. When we are camping or fishing they possibly don’t bath for two days or so. Aside from the generic face wash their little bodies are covered in the dirt and grime of nature. Between mud pies and grassy dirt smoothies my children are always eating or drinking dirt and I let them. I would not have it any other way, because God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt.
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Now that I have children of my own, I try my best to keep them well rounded and teach them as much as I can.
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