As a boy, I remember the joys of fall. We raked leaves into a large pile and scattered them all over the yard again.
As a dad, it is my job to introduce my boys to such traditions. And I have done so successfully.
After work today, I went outside and raked up a four-foot-high, eight-foot-wide pile of leaves. Son #1 danced around the rake and claimed innumerable times that I almost got him with it.
He was a great help.
Finally, they were ready for the jumping. And jump, he did. This boy was born to jump into a pile of leaves.
He thought it was the coolest thing since pre-sliced pineapple. He laughed and jumped and yelled and disappeared into the planetary nebula of leaf piles.
“Dad, I want to jump again!”
I raked them back into a pile, and he commenced the jumping.
We did this several times, and when we went inside for supper, he said, “Dad, thanks for letting me jump in the leaves.”
When we finished with supper, he went to the living room, laid down on the couch, propped his right foot up on his left knee, and asked, “Hey, Dad, do you want to come in here and relax?
“Why, yes, Son, I would.”
After talking with me for a while, he invited me to play blocks with him. I accepted.
And that’s what you get when you take the time to focus solely on your children.
They want you to be around them more.
So far, so good.
to anyone who has leaves in their yard,
– Caleb
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