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Yesterday, a day in the land of Pollino.
The occasion was offered by the party with their parents on the sidelines of a scout camp which was attended by my eldest son. Obviously, the emotion was very strong in the hold them again after eight days away from home, lived in a "limit" as a scout is expected to experience.
During lunch, my puppy (ten years but for me remains the pisolotto ever), I said, 'Dad, if you come with me into the woods I'll show you something. "
I felt sad because my little man was looking for complicity with his father's eyes denouncing mixed emotions ranging enthusiasm to the party required to share a puppy of a man looking in the father.
During lunch, my puppy (ten years but for me remains the pisolotto ever), I said, 'Dad, if you come with me into the woods I'll show you something. "
I felt sad because my little man was looking for complicity with his father's eyes denouncing mixed emotions ranging enthusiasm to the party required to share a puppy of a man looking in the father.
"Let's go!" I said with an air of pride.
We walk in a beautiful grove of Farnetti, elegant and sinuous for the short slender stalks that flood plain of the refuge, the glint of sunlight raining down through thick foliage, an essential and useful to generate a minimal shadow. After all, this seems to be just the charm of a wood Farnetti.
At one point, while the leaves dry out loud trampling of the undergrowth, my little breaks, "Close your eyes and give me your hand." I did it, how do you usually with small children when you want to grant will remark the pleasure of the adult.
We walk in a beautiful grove of Farnetti, elegant and sinuous for the short slender stalks that flood plain of the refuge, the glint of sunlight raining down through thick foliage, an essential and useful to generate a minimal shadow. After all, this seems to be just the charm of a wood Farnetti.
At one point, while the leaves dry out loud trampling of the undergrowth, my little breaks, "Close your eyes and give me your hand." I did it, how do you usually with small children when you want to grant will remark the pleasure of the adult.
After twenty steps with eyes closed, but the thing is complicated.
'missing much? "I asked. "No. But do not open your eyes, "the answer.
"Could it be that I'll run into a tree?" I pointed out, fearing the worst, not being accustomed to walk in the woods with your eyes closed.
"Do not you trust me? Can not you see I'll take your hand? ".
Ten years, 1.40 tall, 53 kg, black eyes, black hair, olive complexion. I remember when I kept her up at night to sleep and indomitable constantly in search of food. Little man holding his hand to me yesterday asking me for the first time to trust him.
And the mind is racing to Levi-Strauss and the rites of passage of the Aboriginal population, roughly the age of my son, leave the boys alone in the woods at night because they become adults. The rite of passage that will make the child a man so consumed in nature and is exposed to risks it may present. In the morning, that puppy becomes a man and can drive, work, providing food for the family clan, plan the emotional life and its dimension of "adult".
Yesterday I heard for the first time my son as a small adult (allow me the oxymoron) and I was happy. Also because the ceremony took place just as in nature to the aboriginal peoples of Africa Central and South-because I felt that I could start having to trust him.
'missing much? "I asked. "No. But do not open your eyes, "the answer.
"Could it be that I'll run into a tree?" I pointed out, fearing the worst, not being accustomed to walk in the woods with your eyes closed.
"Do not you trust me? Can not you see I'll take your hand? ".
Ten years, 1.40 tall, 53 kg, black eyes, black hair, olive complexion. I remember when I kept her up at night to sleep and indomitable constantly in search of food. Little man holding his hand to me yesterday asking me for the first time to trust him.
And the mind is racing to Levi-Strauss and the rites of passage of the Aboriginal population, roughly the age of my son, leave the boys alone in the woods at night because they become adults. The rite of passage that will make the child a man so consumed in nature and is exposed to risks it may present. In the morning, that puppy becomes a man and can drive, work, providing food for the family clan, plan the emotional life and its dimension of "adult".
Yesterday I heard for the first time my son as a small adult (allow me the oxymoron) and I was happy. Also because the ceremony took place just as in nature to the aboriginal peoples of Africa Central and South-because I felt that I could start having to trust him.
And I? I kept my eyes shut until we reached an artificial wall of wood where you could climb to exercise (his memory was gone when we tried it with a lot of fun on a cruise ship six years ago).
The strong emotion that I carry in the hand is not so fine a boy who goes with sure-footed grip and the other, taking "responsibility" to lead them to a destination.
Solidarity and / is responsible.
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