A few weeks ago during a visit to the village, my daughters finally had the chance to put on their gumboots and play in the mud after a morning thunderstorm. They were so excited!
The excitement was not just because they rarely got the opportunity to do so back in Nairobi but mostly because I remained quiet the whole time. I didn’t call out “no jumping in the muddy puddle!” or “no splashing!” or even “be careful!” as I always did when in the city.
Not that I was distracted or I had suddenly mellowed in my obsessive ways. It’s just that, well, they had their gumboots on because there was really nothing else they could wear in 3-inch mud and also because there was little else they could do if they wanted to go out and explore.
It took me back to my childhood and how I had enjoyed jumping in muddy puddles and making mud chapatis. I wondered when I had lost my childhood wonder. I realised that it was in my teens when I tried to play and people gave me disapproving looks. Had society stolen my childhood wonder?
Anyway, I was talking about the rain. Doesn’t it feel good when it rains and you are well prepared with an umbrella and a coat and well protected feet?
If you’re like me and your fascination with rain went out the window as soon as you “grew up” then you’ll be glad the rain didn’t catch you unaware.
- READ MORE
- 1. #MyWord: The freedom to be
- 2. Six things you need to know about teething
- 3. How do you handle parenting criticism from your in-laws?
- 4. Parenting: Tips on how to establish and enforce rules at home
Christine Koech, Editor, Eve