What is it about muddy puddles and dandelion fairies that children can’t stay away from them?
The quickest route to my children’s school is across a field which meets a dirt path leading up to school. When we take this route we have to wear our wellies. My younger 2 particularly like this route because when we reach the dirt path there are big holes that are filled with muddy water!
The excitement and change of pace as we are reaching ‘muddy puddle land’ can be compared to them seeing chocolate cake!
So in they go – my 2 year old has a good old splash with the biggest smile on her face imaginable, the bigger the jump and splash, the more delight! Whilst my 5 year old would love to splash as much but is a little more cautious as she doesn’t want to get her school uniform mucky (and make mummy cross). My eldest daughter has definitely bypassed the urge of needing to splash for fear of her school friends seeing her (but I know she quietly wants to, as do I!).
I eventually manage to pull them away with the thrill of our next task: The search for dandelion fairies which cover the path borders all the way to the school gate!
I remember when I was growing up that I got so much pleasure out of making a wish each time I blew the fairies away – but of course greed took over as I thought that the more wishes I made, the more chance I had of them coming true. I would collect as many as possible and blow them all in one go!
The only problem with the puddles and the fairies is that it’s now part of a daily routine (thank goodness it doesn’t rain all of the time!) which means I have to set off to school earlier! It does make our walk to school that bit more fun though and it manages to get rid of any morning moods that my girls can sometimes have.
I decided to search for a poem about Muddy Puddles to end this blog, I hope you enjoy:-
Poem by Dennis Lee
I am sitting in the middle
Of a rather Muddy Puddle,
With my bottom full of bubbles
And my rubbers full of Mud,
While my jacket and my sweater
Go on slowly getting wetter
As I very slowly settle
To the bottom of the Mud.
And I find that what a person
With a puddle round her middle
Thinks of mostly in the muddle
Is the Muddi-Ness of Mud.