She is an outdoor kind of girl.
And I? Well, I was raised in a place where expansive meadows with wide playgrounds and light forests to explore, were a routine. Kids like me would hop around the grasslands, climb the trees and survey the wild with intemperance. Holding a lady bird on the tip of our fingers and letting it fly off or following the honey bees to their comb was our way of making a connect with nature. Picking flowers, wild flowers and wild berries home and then counting them to compete with others was a game I cherished the most.
Well, with all the reckless fun experienced myself, I was unsure how the childhood of my child would be without being one with the nature. The life of a city child mostly is marred with high engrossing video games, indoor zeal and a usual trip to the fun zone at the mall. But I was surprised to discover that my little girl was not the indoor type. She is an outdoor kind of girl. Right from the start. Inquisitive and imaginative.
Picking tiny shafts of grass and an occasional ant was not something that scared her. In fact, the insects intrigued her. In a bid to be curious there were times we would notice her trying to put those ants in her mouth and we would have to rush to her rescue. The spider webs and trails of the snail slime would enthrall her as much. She would look at the falling leaves from the trees wide mouthed and then hop around to collect them. Carefully stacking them one upon each other and showing them off to us with pride. Always beaming.
The neighbors’ pets with their wagging tails declaring their admiration, the slow snail by the side of a muddy bed out, creating sand castles in the neighborhood park, for her there’s enchanting worlds everywhere. Planting a seed in the pot and fondly checking every morning to see the sapling grow. Humming to the chirping birds in the balcony or keeping a water bowl for the croaking thirsty crow. When the cow moos from her shed, at her grandparents’, she is sure she’s been called and runs to see if the cow needs water or feed. Running around the fields wildly like the wind, like there is no stopping her.
She sees magic in everything. Its like how nature extends her platter in front of her for her to chose what she wishes for her fantasies to take flight. And her answer to “what are you waving your finger in the air for” with “making castles in the air” makes me confident that her hands are full of worlds that are already taking shape in her mind and many more yet to discover as she grows. Her imagination, her wisdom, her generosity and her passion gives me a lesson or two to accept what has been offered by nature just as it is. Moreover, because in the rigmarole of everyday life, we often forget to feel the presence of the beauty all around us or feel grateful for it.
In the course of our life, we often forget to stop for a while and smell the flowers. Not her, though. She is an outdoor kind of girl, you see.