I'm a huge fans of unsupervised outdoor play. I had yet another great experience with it during our camping trip over the last weekend. The kids headed out early in the morning with their nanny to get our campsite setup. Since they’re able to get there early, we're usually able to get a tent site, even during the busy summer months. The days, the kids haul their own sleeping bags and the tent. When they arrived, they set up the tent, (the nanny doesn’t know how), put their backpacks inside to anchor it, and then headed out for a five mile hike into the nearest little town at the bottom of the mountain. (The place the raptor class took place as a matter of fact.)
With the campsite set back aright, I had a few phone calls I needed to handle. I hiked down—closer to the ranger station—where there was signal. The kids played up by our campsite, wandered in and out of the forest a bit, and generally had a blast. The kids' free play freed me up to do what I needed to get done as well.
The next day, the kids set out to explore the forest with an orange plastic camp shovel the next morning. They didn’t make it far before they discovered treasure. They stopped to dig below a tree just into the forest beyond our tent. My partner read in the tent, I walked down to the ranger station again to hit the potty. When I returned, I the kids weren’t digging anymore. They were using the shovel to pry at the side of the tree trunk. My partner had climbed out of the tent. We sat with out backs against a fallen log, and got to catch up on our weeks.I’d been out of town for the prior two days, and we hadn’t seen each other much. About ten minutes later, (yup, that’s right, we got ten minutes of quiet time!), the gang turned up with their treasure. They were elated! They'd’ found small copper balls, (BBs) in the bark of the tree. Someone had used it for target practice with a BB gun. They’d never heard of such a thing, so to them, it was tree that gave treasure if you took the time to look.
We all got treasure thanks to free play. They made an unexpected new discovery and walked away with BBs—which I suspect are still in their pockets. My treasure was a chance to snuggle outdoors, enjoy the fresh air, and catch up with my partner.
LetGrow.org has a great interview about the value of free, outdoor play.That afternoon, I met the gang in the same little town, took over from the nanny, and we all headed back up to the campsite via public bus line. By the time we arrived back at the campground, the wind had tumbled our tent down the mountain a little bit. I took a moment to collect myself, figuring out what we’d need to do, but before I could say anything, the 8, 6, and 4 y.o. gang of kids sprang into action. The three of them picked up the tent, hauled it back up the mountain, set the ground cover down again, and placed the tent back upright in its original spot. I gave them my heavier pack to put in the tent so it wouldn’t slide off again, and the problem was solved! I wound up having to do nothing because the gang is used to being outdoors and used to handling things on their own.
With the campsite set back aright, I had a few phone calls I needed to handle. I hiked down—closer to the ranger station—where there was signal. The kids played up by our campsite, wandered in and out of the forest a bit, and generally had a blast. The kids' free play freed me up to do what I needed to get done as well.
The next day, the kids set out to explore the forest with an orange plastic camp shovel the next morning. They didn’t make it far before they discovered treasure. They stopped to dig below a tree just into the forest beyond our tent. My partner read in the tent, I walked down to the ranger station again to hit the potty. When I returned, I the kids weren’t digging anymore. They were using the shovel to pry at the side of the tree trunk. My partner had climbed out of the tent. We sat with out backs against a fallen log, and got to catch up on our weeks.I’d been out of town for the prior two days, and we hadn’t seen each other much. About ten minutes later, (yup, that’s right, we got ten minutes of quiet time!), the gang turned up with their treasure. They were elated! They'd’ found small copper balls, (BBs) in the bark of the tree. Someone had used it for target practice with a BB gun. They’d never heard of such a thing, so to them, it was tree that gave treasure if you took the time to look.
We all got treasure thanks to free play. They made an unexpected new discovery and walked away with BBs—which I suspect are still in their pockets. My treasure was a chance to snuggle outdoors, enjoy the fresh air, and catch up with my partner.
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