It’s been a whirlwind summer and I can’t believe it is fall already. I find myself alone tonight and thinking about what I was thankful for this year. An evening along gives me some time to think about what I’m thankful of – Thanksgiving was yesterday after all.
I can answer that with one word : FAMILY
This summer my husband, daughter and my parents went back to the fishing camp where I grew up. Missing was my brother and his wife but at the time she was too pregnant to travel too far. Hopefully we can all do a long weekend away next year as a BIG family with two little ones running around.
Living at Roche Lake provided an amazing childhood for me. My brother was an expert frogger. I found my love for rowing; although it was in a run down one man rowboat not like the skulls I rowed in university. We’d play outside all day long – jumping off the dock seeing who had the better splash, exploring the streams for frogs and other creatures, or sitting quietly waiting for just one brave marmot to come eat of my hands. We’d get snowed in and spend the day tobogganing with our dog Amber chasing after us and snagging our hats as we flew by. It was a time when our family was as close as they could ever be.
I wanted to give my daughter some of the same experiences my brother and I had. I want her to love a simple day as much as I do. Don’t laugh I really do.
When I was small I’d wake up early to be able to go fishing with my dad before his work day started. It was peaceful and we would be content to quietly sit, jigging our rods waiting for a fish to bite. My daughter experienced her first boat ride, I sat back and watched her sit still getting a feel for the little waves, then wanting bigger ones to rock the boat. My daughter was as relaxed as I was when I was little. She was so happy. I took in the moment – proud momma moment.
My mom brought an old family album up with her filled with photos of my brother, my dad and of course fish. Found this great photo my brother relaxing in a boat.
Roche Lake also means music. As a teen if my dad would pull out the harmonica I’d cringe with embarrassment but other say he’s pretty good. And a dad will always embarrass his daughter somehow, some way. Now as an adult I think it is very sweet that he gave my daughter a harmonica of her own and they perform together on skype. The weekend at the lake the two of them got to perform side by side.
Another memory I have of living at the lake is “frogging”, while my brother was the grand champion, I still tried to catch frogs and shrimp and kill leaches but he was the KING. So we spent the weekend searching for frogs. We hiked up a ways to the creek with my daughter only found shrimpies… We will have to wait for uncle/brother to show us how its done.
Living at the lake, there’s no real time (when your a kid) and no crazy city distractions -there is quiet time – ohhh so quiet.
That calls for some time with nana and play-doe
The quiet lake is great for napping, which we all partook in. Long long naps – no sirens to wake us up.
My poor husband had to listen to us reminisce all day and all night. We were even “lucky” enough to have a visit from a bat – inside the cabin – just like the “old days”. It went by too quickly. The whole weekend I quietly took moments in and realized how great my family is, that I enjoy their company, and we like each other. That’s what I”m thankful for.