http://paulmcmann.com/a.fancybox This is what I’m currently looking at. Note the steaming clouds on the left and the chute of water on the right. It’s raining.
We woke up to the sound of deep, rolling thunder and fat drops of rain smacking onto the eaves of our current residence. All four of us, including the dog, made a collective, smug, ‘we’re inside’ sigh and turned over in bed, holding hands and trying to catch a few more minutes. Personally, I was hoping hard that I’d get out of bed to cleared clouds, breaking sunshine and the sweet smell of drying grass. It’s not to be.
Why do we fear rain? Why does being a parent suddenly feel harder in the rain? I don’t have any answers. Part of me feels like slinging on a decent coat and some wellies and getting out there. After all, everyone’s least favourite pig advocates muddy puddles pretty strongly. Rain can be exciting, beautiful, and thought provoking. And although I know some kids hate getting wet, most don’t seem to mind. Maybe I should be thinking more like this:
- Watching puddles form, rivulets run down the side of pavements, and the water run down the hilly streets of Bristol, could have curiosity value for a child
- Mud is beautiful, a feast for the senses. I remember being knee deep and barefooted in it for hours on a childhood holiday, literally wallowing in the tracks created by the farmer’s tractor for whole afternoon. It probably had a lot of cow pats mixed in with it. I’m unharmed
- Raindrops on roses? If it’s one of Maria’s favourite things, it needs investigating. In fact, that song is a checklist of awesome
- Rain hitting the sea. If you’ve been lucky enough to see this in a monsoon country, you’ll know it’s a thing of beauty. I think that it probably still is on the UK coast of your choice
- Raindrop racing. We tend to do this down windows from the inside. I’d argue it’s more interactive from the outside
- Umbrella counting/spotting. Pretty neat way to pass the time in a cafe/on a walk – counting the colours and imagining the stories of the people underneath?
- You spend a shed load on coats for your kids. A shed load.
I’m thinking that wet weather is a purely parental hangup. We get irritated at the thought of buggies pooling water in our hallways and standing in wet jeans as we get little bodies dry before our own. We fear wet hair, the chills we’re told the children will catch, and the smell of wet coat when it’s not hot enough to put the heating on to dry them. We curse the traffic and the full buses and the fizzing soft play hubs. The kids feel none of this. For most kids, they are told they’re staying indoors, rather than requesting it.
Baby led weaning happens, so why not baby led weather activity? I’m not accusing here, I’m kind of just questioning what I’m guilty of as well.
One of my most popular posts is on rainy day activities in Bristol.
One of the best things I’ve read about all weather parenting can be found here, from Rainorshinemamma
How do you feel about rain?