DAD-Chronicals : If the father with the son - A very special walk
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# If the father with the son - A very special walk If the father goes for a walk with the son, then he can experience something. Especially when he tries to give his two-and-a-half-year-old son the lead. <center></center> # We come to the front door. "Where do we want to go? Right or left? "Leon thinks only briefly, because he has inherited the resolve of his father. But also the unpredictability of his mother. We go straight. The opposite meadow is his destination. Because Leon loves flowers. Almost as much as his mom, his sister, sweets, his fire engine with the broken ladder, our dog and me. Having made sure that the dandelions will be available again in sufficient numbers next year, we continue on our way. We make good progress and after half an hour we left the first 100 meters behind us. Sticks, stones, leaves - even the rubbish on the roadside is worth a look and wants to be examined. However, I'm getting warm, which does not surprise anyone at 25 degrees outside temperature. After countless climbing attempts on the highest walls in the area, where I save my son at least three times and protect another four times from serious injuries, we finally reach the park. # The park problem Wonderful, here it can take it. An oasis of calm. Nothing bothers me, except for a lovely voice that suddenly reaches my ear. "Daddy! pooh! "These words are international and understood all over the world. "No, not, do that at home ..." I can save the rest. He is already sitting there and lets nature run its course. Of course Leon, a whole guy, does not want to be bored during this time either. Lack of newspaper and reading skills, he reflects on what he already knows how to do well: he also puts together a pretty tasteful, small flower arrangement. Flowers, always flowers. If previous preferences determine future careers, he will go far as a florist. Five minutes later, the session is over. An odor sample from a meter away confirms: He has made his threat true. "Thank you for the flowers," I sigh to my son, as he hands me his, now badly battered, bouquets of flowers. Stinking, but visibly relieved, he wants to continue his reconnaissance tour. Not me. I think hard about what to do. It goes without saying that I do not carry replacement diapers or cleaning cloths with me. Nobody could suspect that. Except for my wife maybe, who gave me the advice not to forget these utensils. # Paternal severity The nearby drugstore is my salvation. Resourceful heads have specially set up a changing room with the necessary accessories for forgetful fathers. There is only one problem: Leon does not want to. The pigeon hunt seems to be more exciting. And a full-blown diaper apparently no hindrance. Now it is time for me to throw my full paternal authority into the balance. "Leon, what do you think about that? We go first to the drugstore, change your diaper and then we buy an ice cream. "That sat. He dares not argue and bows to my relentless demand. As fast as his little feet can carry him, he strives for the ice cream he already knows so well. Just before he reaches him, we must renegotiate again, because he has lost part 1 of our agreement. But he lets himself talk and a short time later, the scents of Chanel, Lagerfeld and Dior mix with the very special touch of my son. > It's a real pleasure to plaster his ice cream afterwards. A pleasure that my wife will not share in the face of larger chocolate stains and a trace of strawberry ice cream on his T-shirt. Anyway, today is our day. Today is man's day! Out into the wild - back to the park. # past and present And so together we discover all kinds of exciting things: snails and spiders cross our way, big stones have to be cleared out of the way and the highest trees want to be climbed. Banal things that do not matter anymore in our adult life, but at this moment for a two-and-a-half year old mean the whole world. More than once during this time, I remembered my own childhood. About how my father made the area with me unsure and what fun we had with it. A nice time, which I like to think back to. But I have no time for further sentimentality, because Leon excitedly points his finger at the ground. "Dad, ANT!" Ah yes, indeed - an ant. Seconds later, a small, dirty boy's finger ends her busy life. With a serious expression and paternal emphasis, I explain to him that we do not kill animals. Especially not with your bare hands. He nods. He says, "Yes, dad." He understood. He does the next ant with his foot. A little frustrated, I finish my Blue Helmet mission. It's time for more peaceful activities. We turn to swordplay. There are enough sticks and Maximilian chooses the weapons. Amazingly, I always get those who are barely longer than my index finger, while Leon's sword is usually longer than himself. Time flies and Leon's powers diminish. A "dad hoh" signals it to me quite clearly. Of course, I'll pick him up. He puts his arms around me, presses his face against mine and suddenly I hear him say: "Daddy love you!" And now you, too, dear readers, know why this walk was something very special for me. Because he has never said those words before. Maybe I did not have my most productive day today. And maybe it was not so good for my educational success. But we had a lot of fun and were as close as we have not been for a long time. And one more thing: I have seen the world with children's eyes - was a short time again child. I liked that very much. > Exactly 2 hours and 37 minutes we were on the way. No second of it was wasted.  <center></center>  <a href="https://smartsteem.com?r=bembelmaniac" target="_blank"><img src="https://smartsteem.com/static/smartsteem_banner.gif" /></a> <center></center>