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About this blog: About this blog: I have enjoyed parenting five children in Palo Alto for the past two decades and have opinions about everything to do with parenting kids (and dogs). The goal of my blog is to share the good times and discuss the ...
(More)About this blog: About this blog: I have enjoyed parenting five children in Palo Alto for the past two decades and have opinions about everything to do with parenting kids (and dogs). The goal of my blog is to share the good times and discuss the challenges of having a satisfying family life in a community where parents set a high bar for themselves, their children, and the schools and organizations that educate and socialize them. I grew up in the Midwest, attended a small liberal arts college on the East Coast and graduated from medical school in Chicago. I left a pediatric residency to care for our then infant son and spent the next dozen years contentedly gestating and lactating while having four more children. My husband grew up in the Middle East, came to the US for graduate school and works in high tech. Our eldest son graduated from a UC, and after working in the Middle East for a few years, now attends law school in NYC. Our eldest daughter graduated from a Midwestern Big Ten University and is a journalist in Texas. Our middle child studies engineering at a UC. The youngest two girls are in middle and high school in PAUSD. We are celebrating 20 years as PAUSD parents! I volunteer in the public schools, our church, and scouting.
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A quiet moment
Uploaded: May 18, 2015
On our Girl Scout camping trip we enjoyed all the usual fun of a being in the out-of- doors. We bedded down in sleeping bags, warmed up by a bonfire, and roasted hot dogs and s'mores. The girls cinched themselves into harnesses and scaled 30-foot trees and poles to teeter on wires and slatted bridges while taking on the challenges of a high-ropes course. We saw deer in the meadow and the scat of coyote and bobcats on a hike to an old-growth redwood grove with a meandering stream populated with tiny salamanders. But perhaps the most profound and unusual experience for the girls was the two minutes of silence they experienced while on a short solo hike.
My co-leader headed off first on the well-marked wooded trail that wound up out of the valley of redwood trees. After she departed, each girl hit the trail at about 30 second intervals, just enough distance between them so that they could not hear or see the girls in front or behind them. Each girl hiked alone for a few minutes until they rounded the last bend to find the group waiting for them. I was the last to hike out and was surprised to find the group still silent when I arrived. Twelve social twelve-year-olds voluntarily held their chatter for a sustained amount of time!
They were all smiles and eager to share their experience of hiking solo. They spoke of hearing distinctly: a fly buzzing, leaves rustling, their breath panting with exertion from the climb, the crunch of their shoes on the pebbled trail. The talked about being lost in their thoughts, about being a little nervous walking in the woods without another person in sight, about wondering when they would finally find the others, about how the hike seemed to last much longer than two minutes. They marveled at how much seemed to have happened in such a short time because they were paying such close attention to where they were, and what they were thinking and feeling, free of the distractions of conversation or companions, and they want to try it again on the next hike. One of the simplest activities of the weekend was the most memorable!
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