We had one of those — “oh, I can teach my child something great, and I didn’t even plan this” moments this week.
It is finally warm here in Chicago, for at least a few days, and we took advantage of it! Took the kids out in the wagon to the pretty little path near our house. Picture it — gorgeous sunny skies, cool breeze, birds chirping, basically perfect.
Strolling along, reveling in the sunshine when Lana and I noticed an entire party’s worth of bottles dumped on the side of the path. It was really sad. Lana wanted to throw some in the garbage, so she hopped out of the wagon, and we collected as many as I could carry back without a bag.
I carried gross, mud and God-knows-what covered bottles all the way back home so that we could recycle them. So cute!
A few days later, Lana’s preschool teacher sent an email asking the kids to bring a few items to recycle, so they can learn about garbage and what to recycle, etcetera. With that in mind, we planned a return trip to those lazy people’s impromptu garbage dump. The whole fam went this time, armed with garbage bags. We got the whole area back in tip top shape. I also scratched the crap out of my leg trying to tromp through thorns. Greater love has no Mother.
So now, I’m guessing the other kids will bring the requested 2 items all nice and tidy in a clean bag. My kid will be bringing 20 dirty bottles in a bag that will probably also contain stale beer and maybe a stray spider. Know what — I couldn’t be more proud!
Lana swore she could hear the earth thanking her on our way back home. “Hear the birds mom? Feel the breeze? They’re saying Thanks Lana!”