Raising Adventurous Children

Howdy.

I’m Lana (like banana) and we love to travel, a lot.  I feel that their might be an Adventurous Anonymous Meeting somewhere for people like me and my family.

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I have tried reading books while riding in a car but I just cannot do it.  I am afraid I will miss a sight or a road that looks like it needs a visit.  Although, when I was younger I loved to fly, I feel like that is such a missed opportunity to see all the back roads unless I would fly low enough to see all the landscape and unexpected treasures.

Our family is not for the people who like to drive to point A to point B without veering.  We veer.  Not only veer, we take roads of the map and end up in a place where only Border Control and helicopters know about.

My husband really does love when I see something like a huge orange glow in the sky.  Many years ago, in Houston, I saw one around 10:00 at night.

The conversation went something like this:

She said:  “HURRY, we must go see what that is – the kids are asleep in their car seats, let’s go!”
He said:  “I do have to go to work tomorrow and we are still an hour away from our house.”
She said:  “BUT, what if someone needs our help?!  We can rescue someone.”
(I totally was oblivious to the obvious stares of my man, like really, don’t you think the paid firemen will probably have it under control?)
She then said the best sentence in our marriage history:  “Besides, it will be an adventure!”
He said:  “Yes, dear.”

After almost an hour and half later, we saw it was just a flare-stack, which are plenty in oil country shining in the low clouds, making everything orange.

A sweet memory was born and my husband caught the adventure spirit.  Well, after he got over the fact that our treasure was a fire on a tall stick.  Still, now we know what produces an orange eerie glow in the skies of Houston.

My chase-for-things-that-glow-in-sky spirit (which would be an awesome Indian name, since I am 1/16th I will take it) probably comes from my Dad who is a volunteer firefighter and always chased fires with my brother and me in the vehicle.  He taught me the difference of white and black smoke.  If grass is on fire, then the smoke is white.  If it is a house or tires, then the smoke is deep black.  My homeschool lesson is now complete.  <grin>

Today, I hope that my kids will continue in the same mode, well maybe not chasing fires but being ready to stop when a moment presents itself.  I pray they will never tire of seeing God’s awesome creations.  I am raising adventurous children.

This is what we saw yesterday…

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I am so thankful that we took a road off the beaten path.  That is how we got to see the most beautiful Axis buck.  So grateful that my husband was not in a hurry but was willing to stop and really smell the roses or take photos of beautiful deer.

Anyone else out there with an adventurous spirit?  Wait, don’t answer that!

Anyone else out there that has ever chased a orange sky, went down an empty unexplored road, or looked at Google Maps just for fun?

Yeah, me either.  I just look and act like I do.

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Blessings to you!  You are loved!

P.S.  It is probably not safe to venture down roads where hunters might be during certain times of the year.  We stay safe.  We do not put anyone in danger.