It’s day five flying solo with my wild 4 year old daughter, Brooklyn while her dad is away on business. She woke me this morning with her mouth touching my eye asking where we were going today. I was so tired and stiff because I shared my bed with her, my cat and my dog last night. I desperately wanted to turn the TV on, roll over and grab a few more minutes of sleep…but that wouldn’t suffice for the version of kid I have. She needed to move her body. Immediately.
After a short search on google I picked Rockefeller State Park, based on it being labor day weekend and trying to avoid beach traffic. It took about 40 minutes to get there from upper Manhattan. It wasn’t magical, but it’s a pretty park with great hiking and walking paths. Lots of them. We took a photo of the sign with a map at the entrance and Brooklyn used it to navigate which trails we would walk. She was content until a couple of horses passed us. For the next two miles of exploring she was either declaring her love of horses and desire to ride one today, or trying to figure out how to out run her shadow. It was amusing.
After our hike I did some quick research on my phone and found a place for her to ride a pony, Bronx Equestrian Center. And luckily it was on the way home and only 20 minutes away. For $5 I made her dream come true. She rode the tiniest pony, Madanna, around a ring three times and was just blown away by the reality of it all. And twenty minutes later we were home. Bug bitten, dusty and sun worn we were happy to call it a day at 4:00 and have a quiet evening at home.
I’m really glad I mustered up the energy to get up and out of the house today. It’s always hard. Always. But it’s always worth it. Always.
Now, if I could just show her how to outrun her shadow…
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Brooklyn somehow managed to get pee in hair while going to the bathroom in the woods.
When I asked her what she thought she’d see on our walk she said dinosaurs. When I said they are extinct it resulted in an unexpected conversation about death…even the little baby dinosaurs.
We drove past a car accident which resulted in another unexpected conversation about death.
There were 5 mentally handicapped adults waiting to ride horses at the stables, the questions that arose from Brooklyn were astounding.