After all, it is still February. And that means winter, right?
Ok. I am definitely much too late with this. I should have written about it last month but this that and the other and I didn’t. And I really want to because we had the best day trip. So.
Mid-January the boys and I went to Hwasun for snow tubing and swimming with a group of Korean friends (4 mums and 6 kids plus us). Now, that sounds fun any day to me… but I was apprehensive about how Zeph would find it. In some ways he’s so brave, and in others so cautious. Espescially with new experiences. And espescially recently. I expected him to really enjoy going on an adventure with his friends and to love the activities, if he was willing to try them.
If he was willing to try them.
If he was willing to try them.
This thought echoed through the few days between confirming the trip and going. Echoed through my preparations for going the night before. Echoed through the car journey there. Because if he refused to even try, which was quite possible it seemed to me, then he’d probably be miserable. And I would probably be miserable at spending a whole day out doing nothing. And Elly would probably be miserable at spending a whole day out doing nothing too.
And then one of the mums, who also has and brought a toddler, reminded me about naps. Inward groan. How to make sure Elly gets a decent nap and doesn’t get too grumpy….
So we got to the snow tubing. It was cold but someone had brought heat packs. Zeph wouldn’t wear one… not the best start to trying new things. We lined up for the tube-lift. Zeph went before me, sat in, got hooked up… and up he went. He looked like he wanted to try and climb right out again, but it was moving, and from next on the line I was shouting up to him, It’s ok. Stay sitting down! Then we were at the top. So far so good. Except now we watched the row in front go down first, and Zeph did not want to do that. Persuasion? Not working. Going together? Not possible with Elly needing to ride in my lap already. What about holding hands?
And he agreed.
He was nervous. He thought about backing out, especially when I had to hold his tube handle not his hand. But he agreed. And he did it. And then we did it again. And by the end of it, after I had to give up and wrap Elly to let him sleep because he’d been howling in the last two lines (not the ride… that bit he actually seemed to enjoy), he went with just his friend and another mum.
And I was SO proud of him.
Next up: aqua park. Zeph saw his friends jump in with their rubber rings, and in he went after them. He preferred me to stay close and hold his ring where the water was deep, but in the shallow play pool he was off. There were bubbles pools, water umbrellas, slides, water walking balls (which we didn’t try), a stepping bridge thing to try climbing across…. Elly was also in his element. He’s such a water baby!I am proud of my kids always, but I was especially proud of Zeph that day: he was super brave trying two new things and on top of that the other mums twice remarked what a gentleman he is when he held the lift door open to make sure everyone was safe, and when he wanted to pour everyone drinks at dinner.