“I get to row the boat this time,” my son said.
“You better believe you’ll get to,” I answered, nearly gasping at the thought of rowing a boat myself.
We both laughed. We recalled our ‘wafting’ trip on his eighth birthday. Almost twenty years ago. He’d wanted to lead the boat and wasn’t happy when I had to say no.
He started singing to himself while we got ready to go. I haven’t heard him sing in a long time.
I wish we had gone in a Canoe, which is what we had expected, but our boat had flat sides and square ends. An old friend was renting the boats and had offered us a free entrance to the lake. He and I were once Cub-Scout Den leaders together. I didn’t want to ask for a different boat since he’d been so generous. Plus, upon reflection, there’s a large chance my son and I would have been IN the water if we’d been in a canoe. Maybe our friend knew that.
(I love the images of the water, sky and trees. As always, they look better enlarged. Right click/View Image for a closer look).
Next time, and I’m hoping there will be one, we’ll definitely get a different boat. I’ll leave my camera behind and wear a vest. I felt like I was on a wagon-train built a long, long time ago. In fact, several times I had visions of being on one. I was in emotional survival mode. I felt that if I could make that trip work, then we could get to where we truly need to be.
I hadn’t expected the trip to be frustrating. I don’t think I would have gone if I had, but as usual, there are always lessons to take from difficulties.
I’d like to return with a few tools in my bag, including an unwavering ability to hold patience and empathy.
Most challenging to my physical senses were the loose and inefficiently positioned oarlock sockets. The sound of metal against metal interrupted my plan for a tranquil outing on the quiet still water lake.
Our inexperience meant us working together, which became our next and biggest challenge. My son and I need to meet at a place in life where we both feel good. A Mother and Son relationship can be challenging.
The cloud’s reflection in the water and the love that lives in the heart of my small family, I guess, like most things beautiful and worthy, at times take effort or strong intentions for us to see and feel them.
I thought the day had been a complete failure, other than the short time we sat listening to the sound of the still water. A Tiger Swallowtail came fluttering by and we drank cold orange sodas. We did laugh and have some fun moments.
We talked after we got home. My son explained his reluctance to be more cooperative with me when we had such trouble with the heavy oars. I hadn’t understood that his way of coping was out of utter frustration. I’m grateful that he talked to me and I really do look forward to another chance.
I learned a few things, one of which is that I need to calm down. Also, when two people are rowing the same boat, you absolutely must be headed in the same direction.
Next time, I’ll be more ready, however I may not get any photos 😉
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