Both our boys love to go fish with daddy. Little Brother, I think, more so than Big Brother. I strong encourage this love, despite not really being so excited myself about standing in tall grass on the edge of muddy water constantly worried about one or both boys falling in, and the bugs too, but mothering is not about me it is about the boys.
Fishing teaches so many indispensable life skills for the boys (for all children, and all adults for that matter) vital skills that are not fun to learn or practice, fishing sneaks them in without the boys realizing they are learning life skills. Ah the best way to learn, on the sly.
Fishing required patience, calm, a quiet settled self; fish must be waited on and not startled, they can not be argued or bullied and do not give in the whining, the skill must be there or the fish will not. Fishing required order and attention to detail and care of your tools; fishing poles and hook can not be tossed about or they tangle and you hurt yourself on random shapes.
Being slow, being precise, being intentional, being still; all inherently necessary in fishing are essential skills for a successful life. They are also skills that facilitate an active relationship with God. As the body stills, as time is cut a way to just be and wait upon the fickle fish God can be sought and contemplated; in the still silence, in the quiet of body and mind God’s voice can be heard.
These photos are from early June of this year and the FIRST FISH MOMMA caught.