Walking with the children

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Walking in the mountains with children can be a real ‘challenging experience if you do not align their expectations of the special needs of adult children.

At the same time, however, children can surprise us, showing us how much perseverance, stamina and vitality can be capable of if only storing enough confidence in them.

For some years now we face long walks in the mountains with our children and, consistent with age, the difficulty of the course and familiarity with walking, so far we have always been able to enjoy walking several kilometers, never repent of our choice.

Certainly the whims never fail, especially when fatigue begins to be felt.

But do not get discouraged: the children have on their side the great ability to easily recharge your energy, both physical and psychological.

Hence some small suggestions that, in our experience, help us to prevent and address the most of their understandable moments of boredom or discomfort during long trips:

  • empathize with children without being dramatic: make them understand that it is normal to feel tired and we great we are, but that fatigue can have a taste if positive view of the aim of achieving great places to unwind and have fun.
  • have a snack of fruit or a small sandwich, crackers or biscuits. And of course quantities of water.
  • sing songs or tell rhymes.
  • tell a story aloud
  • invent a quiz challenge like this: “Do you know animals?”
  • organize children between shifts leader of the pack
  • search for insects, traces of forest animals, flowers or leaves details and photograph them.

Through some of these small distractions, our children can enjoy the beauty of the surrounding nature, and most can enjoy the invigorating pleasure of having many more miles of ground many (lazy!) adults.

Good walks to all!

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Distances

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In these silent places, there is time and opportunity to be able to find your own voice, speak often left alone, muffled by the noise too of everyday life.

In these places, then, each of us in the family, finds a way to reconnect with themselves and with their real needs, deep.

Not always, this means for all of us automatically in a feeling of well-being.
For some of us, in fact, this process can be characterized as a time of distress, in which the inner voice can be heard screaming in anger and arrogance, showing all those who are near their dissent and its distance.

On the other hand the voice communicates with repetitive signals and obsessive, a clear will to alienate, to be somewhere else, away from others but also from themselves, however always distant.

C ‘is those who, tired of observing and responding to the needs of others, still feels heavier the burden of responsibility, and demands for at least some time to focus on your inner voice alone without interference and quietly listen and give space to recharge.

There are some who feel like every time he returns to breathe this clear, that the sense of urgency is to sit at the feet and observe.

In this limbo of peace and quiet, feels that the confusion of signs, symptoms, emotions more than ever lately has not been able to unravel, now have some possibility of being able to at least be considered.

Or that this distance, made up of all the distances that each of us puts another in our family for some time now, we can have at least a clear and sharp awareness.

Even without the pretense, at least for the moment, to change the situation.

But with the strong confidence to place their hope in inner landscapes taller, wider and wider.
And immensely merciful.

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Peace and love … brothers!

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After a stop in Parma, hosted by my brother and his half, here we are in the place we dreamed of and longed for a whole year, that is exactly when we left last summer. In this place actually lies our true vacation idea: boundless nature to discover and enjoy with fatigue and slow rhythms that compete, mountains and peaks of years that look at you with the nonchalance typical of those who know, and most importantly, it has views, many more of us tiny ants busy and entangled each in their own illusory concerns and responsibilities.

And then men and women of different mold, intelligent and respectful, polite without being coy, sometimes seemingly rough but always careful to listen to and curious about.

And air. Pure oxygen from the lungs to fill an entire year.

So, here we are.

Finally.

We’re here.

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