My husband took all the boys out of the house last Sunday. Their destination: a man-made “beach” and “lake” they’d heard about in the next city over. As soon as they got there, I received this text:
Well, we got here and it’s raining. The little kids ran around outside in the rain for a bit; now we’re waiting for the clouds to pass so we can go out and hopefully enjoy some sunshine later.
They then sat in the car for 15 minutes, waiting.
When I read the text, I remember thinking that I would have just told the kids to bag it. “Well, kids,” I would have said, “Guess we’ll try next week.” A lot of that is that I’ve had them every day all day for summer and am a
little lot tired.
My husband, on the other hand, was patient. He had a book to read and a car to sit in and the boys had each other to hit for a few minutes.
The result? They came home nearly four hours later. They were sandy, muddy, and happy. They’d even had a better time for the rain, because they got to play in mud and didn’t get sunburned.
The moral? Sometimes it’s okay to stick with plans and not take a rain check. The kids don’t mind; they even prefer it sometimes.
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