picnic at ferry point

Continuing with our picnics theme, we went to Ferry Point Park this time for a scenic picnic spot. We've been really enjoying these times - trying to soak in this time where the kids (mostly) want to hang out with us and still believe we can protect them from all manner of monsters. When Schuyler or Charlie wake up in the middle of the night screaming a chilling cry usually reserved for breaking and entering by a large savage animal, I burst into the room and, suddenly, I realise I'm a Dad. Suddenly, I realise that these kids depend on us, believe in us, have utter confidence in us. That just a hug from one of us can insulate them from unthinkable fear. That they have no idea how scared we are about things in the world. To them, we are fearless, brave, and omniscient. We are trying so hard to appreciate these moments because there will come a time in the not so distant future when they think we are out-of-touch losers with no real knowledge of anything. Hopefully, it comes full circle again later... or as Mark Twain put it: “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.”