I like to express two things in these blogs… One will usually be around language and kids because I’m involved with that in my work, and the other is usually a reflection and approach to some experience because I’m involved in approaches to many situations through my work in hypnotherapy.
Mothers have a sixth sense. It’s like a 2nd heartbeat that anticipates what your child may not anticipate. I admit my “child” is 26 years old. But when Gabe tells me 2 days ahead he’s hiking the Appalachian Trail and has to meet up with his buddies as they are getting a one day jumpstart because he has a gig committed for Friday night- and would I mind driving him up to the “Recreation Center of Woody Gap” on the Trail- the designated meeting point- about 8:30 pm Friday night- I had to do some research.
Woods don’t frighten me, nor does the Appalachian Trail. What is unnerving is to be on graveled mountain roads, with forks, after dark, without cell service. I call the ranger. He has hiked the Trail from GA to Maine through 17 states. He informs me Georgia is the 4th most difficult terrain of the 17 states. I say I want clarity on the meeting spot these boys have agreed to so I know the rendezvous spot is a real place. He asks where they are getting on and I reply. He says 20 miles in one day is extremely ambitious, we are in a 95+ degree heat wave, and he DOES NOT advise that distance. He advises me of a better alternative, Cooper Gap – and precedes to give car directions of distance, mileage, t’s and forks to watch out and oh by the way, drive a truck because you’re going up the mountain 3-4 miles on a gullied, dippy, skinny, bumpy, rocky dirt road at night, in the dark. So the boys agree to accept the Ranger’s advice. I’m grateful.
On the dark drive up, Gabe kept saying, “I’m afraid you and Dad are going to get lost getting back, are you sure you can get back?”
Barry keeps saying to me, “Lori, are you sure we’re going right?”
I say to them both, “Stop worrying! We won’t get lost and yes this is right.”
Getting into the mountains at night without GPS sharpens your concentration!
The truth is with just me in the car, I got lost 8 miles up a mountain place two summers ago, not paying careful enough attention to instructions based on forks in the road. And running low on fuel. And no cell service. And the sun was going down. It had to be a methodical retrying of paths and forks and after two hours, I found the house. Man oh man I was yelling with phewness!
Now when someone gives me directions, I really listen!
Listening is a curious thing. Some children are excellent listeners and some are not. Music always sharpens our listening antenna. When you were young, did your parents have their favorite bands or singers you were exposed to? When you hear that music, does it remind you of them?
Next week I want to share one of 26 poem-stories I initially wrote and brought to musician Chris Foster to compose and arrange as an Alphabet Song Collection. We tweaked the lyrics, several he rewrote to be much better and the end result is a dynamite collection of 26 song stories with adorable characters for letters A-Z sung as ballads, blues, rock and roll, jazz, salsa, country, and many in music categories I can’t pinpoint! (Monkey Monkey for one). The collection is quite the exposure to music of all genres. The songs will be illustrated, have additional short stories A-Z, invite creative movement, and teach some sign language.
Since this blog focuses a good bit on mothers, mountains, and music, I say its time for an M game. Time yourself and see how many words you can make with the letter M, in say, one minute.
On your mark, get set, go!