|Looking down from Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park to the waters we had traveled the night before.|
I was only halfway listening to my son, then just 6 years old, as I impatiently waited for him to put on his shoes so we could walk to school. Perhaps you are familiar with that feeling of knowing that you could do it faster for your kid, but you're trying to teach them self-reliance. He was chattering away and not really concentrating at the task at hand.
"The boat was really big. I was eating a hamburger and looked out the window and saw a whale! Then, we went to a log cabin and went to sleep. We went upstairs, not downstairs, and had pancakes for breakfast..."
"That's a great dream, buddy," I said. "Now hurry up and finish putting on your shoes."
"It wasn't a dream!" he retorted.
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"Don't you remember?" he asked me.
I still had no clue. After some more questioning, it finally clicked! He was talking about our international ferry ride from Victoria, British Columbia to Port Angeles, Washington State and our stay at Elwha Ranch Bed & Breakfast in Olympic National Park. It sounded so magical through the eyes of a little boy.
|Photo from another ferry ride earlier that day from Vancouver to Vancouver Island.|
What amazed me the most is that we had taken the trip two years earlier when he was only 4-years-old. This was the first time he mentioned it. We had not been reminiscing about it recently or been looking at photos. It was just so special that it stuck out in his mind, although I had no idea at the moment that it was happening.
My boy is now 10-years-old. I brought up this story the other day, remarking at how incredulous I was that he'd remembered a trip so well even though he was young when we did it.
"Yeah," he said, "I still remember what I was drinking when I saw the whale."
"Really?" I couldn't believe it.
To all of you parents out there who include your preschooler in your travels, you may also be surprised one day at just how much they remember.
|The next morning on Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park|
Not realizing what a great time my boy was having, I seem to have taken zero photos of one of his best memories. At least it lives on in his heart.
U.S. National Park Week: Part 1
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