Tonight, snuggled in with my baby boy, we vegged out and watched “Man v.s. Wild”. There we were, blankets pulled high, watching the “ultimate survivor” camp on an archipelago. As he was making the roof to his shelter, Judah looks at me and says “He’s making a rain trap.” Sure enough, Bear Grylls begins to explain his rain catcher. Next came trapping a pig. “It’s an animal trap, mom” piped up my little man.
Then, with his big blue eyes penetrating into mine, he pouted his lips and said, “When are we gonna go camping, mom?”. My answer was simple, “When it finally gets warm and stays warm.” This soothed his conscience, and soon he was snoozing away, no doubt dreaming of the traps he could make once we went camping.
My mind wandered. Childhood memories came streaming back, just as vivid as if they had happened yesterday. It’s been a couple of years since I have been “real” camping. Yes, I mean on an island on a lake, with no showers or electricity, and nothing but nature surrounding you. Okay, so you can “real” camp without a lake island, but you get my drift. I started to think about how camping was something my kids want to do. It’s something they dream about. It’s not unobtainable. It’s not outrageous. It’s just a desire, a goal.
Then, I started thinking about what I wanted to do. Camping – definitely. It’s in my blood. Beach trip – you betcha. But what about things that are a little farther off? Almost out of reach, but not quite.
I want to go on a cruise. I want to go to Africa. I want to see millions of butterflies hanging on HUGE trees. I want to go to Ireland. I want to find out my family history. I want to sleep in a hut over the ocean. I want to go to a Duke game. I want to ride an elephant. I want to go to Israel. I want to take my kids to Washington D.C. I want to dance in the rain. I want to go to Australia. I want to . . .
Kids have no limit to their thinking. If I say “when it gets warmer”, my son believes me – no questions asked. He believes that his dream of camping will happen. They dream with not only their hearts wide open, but their eyes. They see it, long before it ever happens. Sometimes when my kids are talking, I can see the wheels turning and I can see them imagining it happening.
What about when adults have dreams? Do we see it happening? Are our hearts open but our eyes closed? We can’t see ahead, because we are blinded by what is in front of us.