The race is not always to the swift, but to those who keep on running. The author maybe unknown, but his reference is. Ecclesiastes 9:11, “I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.”
My boys are all BOY they tromp in mud, they crash though brush, the splash any puddle the find, they always have an eye out to spot a frog or bug they can capture and bring home. we have a big creek at the back of our property but it not suited for exploration and development by the pint sized set. Daddy and I only take them there together and they do not get to explore it, merely view it. However we are so blessed to have a prefect small sized creek they can have pretty much free rein over. It is a connector between two pounds and thus dry some of the year, it is not a picture perfect wide flat creek with a sandy bottom and 4 to 6 inches of cool rippling water like I’d love for it to be, but it ours and while they are not allowed to go alone they pretty much can explore and create to their hearts content. It is a short field walk from the house, you can see the house and drive; and be seen, the entire time. It is far enough to be a big deal, but not so far little ones can’t walk home (sometimes with some whining).
Big Brother is fascinated with trying to make a dam “like the beavers do”. Furthermore, any reason to climb in and get good and muddy is a good reason for a little boy (especially one of my little boys). A little rock dam in a small creek his fifth summer, is the first step to the habit of perseverance that could make a break in cancer research.
Remember in the end: Saints are sinners who kept on going. ~Robert Louis Stevenson