Being an only child means you kind of get to be your own role model
--as weird as that sounds-- and realizing that if you want to do things
that fall outside the parameters of that which is offered to you,
you're going to have to figure it out on your own.
Let's just say that I didn't really do that much cool stuff when I was a younger girl.
When I heard that there would be a sequel to The Daring Book for Girls-- a.k.a., The Double -Daring Book For Girls, I was excited. I was doubly excited, if you will, not just because I was in the last part of my second pregnancy and wondering if I'd have a girl with whom to share this second treasure trove of information; but also because I enjoyed the first one for myself so very much. I loved reading about girl pirates and knots and about back-handsprings, etc. I loved thinking of girls, especially only children like I was, figuring out things for themselves and becoming badasses in their own right and time.
So along came the book and along came another boy, and I realized that I can be a Daring Girl for my own self even if I'm not technically a girl anymore; and for my boys, so they can have the memory as they get older that their mom was really, really kind of cool.
Hope really really *really* springs eternal, huh?
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To be honest, if the source of being cool is stored within these pages, I am pretty damn cool.
For instance, I can scoubidou. Can you? That is, I can make lanyards-- I learned how to do it while being a summer camp counselor.
And I knew that my second-born child was born around the time of the Snow Moon. I knew this because I like to garden and I'm fascinated by the way Native Americans (or do they call themselves American Indians again?) catalogued the world around them.
And I still remember the first time I had a sleepover and we did the trust fall. I also remember something else we did where it felt like your arms were sinking into the floor-- talk about cool and creepy; I think it was called the graveyard crawl.
But then I started reading about the Japanese tea ceremony and I got really excited: I have always wanted to know how to do a proper tea ceremony, and so I have vowed to get true matcha and a kimono, and go crazy one of these days with the tea.
There are so many wonderful things in the pages of this book, and some of them beg a summer in which to be done, like catching a fish; whittling; learning to identify the night sky; growing veggies; raising chickens; making a piñata from papier mâché; and building a raft.
Since this is a book party, the party is not complete without you, dear reader. I would love to know-- which of the things I've mentioned here would you love to try or have tried, either by yourself or with your kid(s)?
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