A Boy, A Stick & A Walk in the Woods: Setting Boundaries & Letting Them Go

August 4, 2014 | By Brent Almond | MAKING MEMORIES

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Instead of trying to corral him within the confines of the play area, I decided to follow my son’s lead — and even encouraged him — in exploring beyond its borders. We were once again searching for the bad guy. It doesn’t matter to my memory who it was… but it was Shredder, in case you were wondering. I followed my boy, who was armed with just a stick. I say “just a stick,” but in the hands of a 4-year old, it can be just about anything. A light saber. A bow staff. A magic wand. Today it was a womper. No use looking that up, as it sprang from my young co-adventurer’s search engine. I felt the tension ease as I unclenched my jaw, lowered my parental guard and let Jon and his imagination be our guide.

Less than an hour before, he’d had yet another mealtime meltdown, intensified by a long weekend of play and compounded by relentless flurries of pollen, exhausting nonstop sniffling and constantly watering eyes. And after being told every five minutes to not rub his eyes, and to blow or wipe his nose, he had grown weary of being bossed around by his dads and by Mother Nature.

This particular food-related fit was a good reminder of what goes on inside his head — that he’s struggling against us setting boundaries, to make and find his own; to be in charge, if only for a moment. And it was a good reminder that logic doesn’t always usually play a part in his thought process.

The specifics of the meltdown are also not important… but it involved the continued smashing of a peanut butter sandwich, in case you were wondering. It also involved the smashed half sandwich being thrown away, leaving a perfectly intact half — one which my wailing child could not be convinced to eat. Because he wanted the mangled one in the garbage.

His teachers had told us that he was still struggling to grasp the concept of “if/then, as he was still deeply entrenched in the “all/now” way of thinking.

Certain he was exhausted and had no spark of energy left, I offered up a trip to the park, if only for a change of scenery and mood. I was sure I saw his eyes droop and head nod at one point during the winding drive through the woods to the park. But like a self-charging battery, he was rearing to go the minute we stepped out of the car.

After the requisite round on the merry-go, a quick trip up the rock-climbing wall and down every slide, we set off in search of our evildoer, armed only with a dirty stick and Jon’s steely resolve. We also had to find one for me.

No, that one’s too short. That one’s too dirty. That one’s too crooked…There Daddy. Get that one!

No buddy, that’s a log.

Once we were both brandishing suitable wompers, we continued to walk — past a big, muddy puddle, pretending it was a swamp; across a dirt path covered in caterpillars; around several felled logs. I astounded my traveling companion by jumping up and catching a dried vine hanging from a tree. Breaking it in half, this enabling us both to have even longer, more whip-like wompers. While infinitely cooler than our previous weaponry, I soon had to make these shorter as they kept getting flung around and endangering the wheels of oncoming cyclists and my shins.

Setting Boundaries - Designer Daddy

We stopped and looked up at the sky and marveled at how tall the trees were. We knelt and made a path for the caterpillars to cross through the dirt. We paused to search for a helicopter buzzing behind the forests’ canopy, which we concluded was a prehistoric mosquito.

I was thoroughly enjoying this adventure, dropping the tether altogether, willing to let it go as far as he wanted to go. As far as we could go.

But then, as we looked up ahead, and I wondered aloud if what’s-his-name was behind the bridge crossing over the creek, Jon stopped. Suddenly my heroic halfling sensed the scope of our trek, declared that we’d gone too far from the playground and that we needed to go back.

So I complied and we turned around to retrace our steps. We glanced at the worms still crossing their dirt path, threw our wompers into the woods as far as they could be flung, and trudged thru the big field of clover separating our journey from the playground. At his behest, we stopped for a few minutes to sit and dig some dandelions out of the earth, and so he could give me a flower before we raced the rest of the way to the car.

Setting Boundaries - Designer Daddy

I had suggested this outing begrudgingly, hoping that it would be prevented by sleep, or fearing that it would end in tears. Instead it entailed a few minutes of freedom — freedom for my son from the rules and limitations of his very tall, strict world; and freedom for me from the stress of being so tall and so strict.

And though it’s not vital to this tale, we never did catch the bad guy. He’s still out there, lying in wait for a brave, wandering pair to discover him… in case you were wondering.

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10 responses to “A Boy, A Stick & A Walk in the Woods: Setting Boundaries & Letting Them Go”

  1. Frank Butterfield says:

    This really is pure magic. Thank you Brent.

  2. Carl Wilke says:

    Love it. Time spent in the great outdoors is time well spent. Love your beautiful description.

  3. Larry says:

    First off, you have some great pictures.
    I try to let my son(s) lead the way when we are in park with no particular place to go. It gives that sense of control that they need/enjoy.
    I like the line about the rechargeable battery. I know just what you mean.

    • Brent Almond says:

      Larry:
      Thank you — I have a very good-looking subject for my photos! 🙂

      And yeah, these kids are amazing with their energy — if only someone could bottle it, they’d be rich!

      Brent

  4. Marcie says:

    Loved this Brent. I definitely a parent that wants to control situations and with kids, its just… NOT POSSIBLE! I want Harrison to know that rules exist in the world and he does need to listen to his parents, but it does need to be balanced with times where he can truly follow his own path and see what happens. This is a great reminder to sometimes just let him be.

  5. Jon Morin says:

    It was hard for me to let go, too. I had over protective parents, so I come by it honestly. I’ve come a long way, though, learning to let my boy be a boy.

    • Brent Almond says:

      Jon (great name, btw!):
      My parents weren’t particularly overprotective, but I wasn’t a very adventurous kid. My son is about as opposite from me as you can get! This parenting stuff seems to teach us as much as it does them, huh?
      Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
      B

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