Real Life Adventuring: A Sunday Morning with Emma

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Last night, I fell asleep in my bra again. This seems to be a recurring theme. Around 2 AM, my daughter Emma crawled into bed with me, and by 6 AM, she had completely soaked the sheets—not to mention my last clean bra. Yes, by “clean” I mean less dirty than the others, but it’s definitely not wearable now. “No way am I putting this on today,” I sigh.

“Sorry, Mama,” Emma mumbles, rubbing her sleepy eyes. At five years old, she’s well beyond diapers, but it’s hard to be mad at her with those rosy cheeks and wild curls. Plus, it’s Sunday, which means I have plenty of time before the birthday party at 3:30 to sort out laundry.

“It’s alright, sweet pea,” I reply. “Let’s head downstairs to your bed.”

We both change out of our wet pajamas. I grab some clothes from the hamper—yesterday’s jeans and a sweater stained with yogurt. By the time we reach the bottom of the stairs, Emma is fully awake.

“I wanna watch something!” she declares. Emma has an obsession with certain Netflix shows and, while she may not know what binge-watching is, she’s practically a pro at it. After a failed attempt to get her to engage with something more interactive, I concede and turn on the TV.

“I can multitask this way,” I reassure myself. I manage to make pancakes, wash the sheets, check Facebook, dry the comforter, do the dishes, and sweep the floor—all while keeping an eye on Emma. Yet, every now and then, a gnawing worry about her screen time and development creeps into my mind, putting a damper on my parenting style. I’d describe my approach as a mix of chaotic Uncle Buck with a hint of crafty Martha Stewart. I’m well-meaning but often unprepared, scrambling to keep things together. Sometimes, though, I channel my inner Martha and become a bit of a perfectionist.

I glance down at Emma, who’s entranced by the vibrant colors flashing on the screen. “Hey!” I shout, snapping her from her trance. She’s watching Wild Kratts, a show that actually has educational value, following two real-life brothers on wildlife adventures.

“What if we go creature adventuring in REAL LIFE!?” I suggest, a brilliant idea forming in my mind. We’ll go outside! Why didn’t I think of this sooner?

She looks at me, puzzled. “Do you know what hiking is?” I ask. She nods. “It’s when you go outside and walk around in the woods. Doesn’t that sound awesome?” I try to amp up my enthusiasm.

“Yeah!” she yells.

Instead of sticking to our backyard or a simple walk around the block, I let my Martha side win. We’re going to make this epic! I glance at the clock, a nagging voice reminds me about the birthday party, but I dismiss it and decide we’ll tackle the 3.2-mile White Bison trail at Lone Elk State Park, just thirty minutes away.

Getting ready is another saga. Despite her excitement, Emma never wants to cooperate when it’s time to dress. I usually encourage her to get dressed herself, but today I end up dressing her, wrangling her into appropriate clothes. “I’m too cold!” she whines. “What are you talking about? Clothes will keep you warm!” I snap back, tugging a shirt over her head.

Eventually, after some struggles and a few tears, we’re ready to go. Three and a half hours until that party, I think. Plenty of time to explore! I jump in the car, still bra-less and in my dirty clothes, thinking it’s just a hike—what could go wrong?

After a half-hour drive, a detour due to my phone’s confusion, and a rather intense rendition of “Old McDonald” that kept Emma entertained, we finally arrive.

As we pull into the parking lot, I read the sign that says, “3.2 Mile Loop…Difficult…Hiking Only.” Oh great. The internet didn’t mention that! “Are we gonna see buffalos, Mama?” Emma squeals, eyes wide with excitement. I assure her that it’s probably just the name of the trail.

As we start our trek, I have to navigate a few more surprises. Signs warning about elk mating season make my heart race, but Emma seems unconcerned—“I don’t look like a mommy elk,” she reasons, and I can’t help but agree.

As we hike alongside a picturesque lake, the beauty of the moment envelops me. I can feel the spirit of adventure in the air, reminding me of those Tolkien tales where every journey, no matter how small, brings its own magic.

In the end, as we explore the wonders of nature and bond over our small escapade, I realize that these imperfect yet precious moments are what truly matter in our chaotic lives.

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Summary

This article captures a typical chaotic yet heartwarming morning with Emma, as they embark on a spontaneous hiking adventure. Despite the challenges of parenting and the messy realities of life, the journey proves to be a beautiful exploration of nature and bonding between mother and daughter.