L joined me today, taking the bow seat, taking the unused paddle that she had seen. We put in at the edge of the big marsh at the mouth of the big river. L dipped the paddle for the first time. As we circled the marsh, moving through channels as the tide slowly dropped I watched L work the paddle. I caught her pausing and staring at it. I saw her check the blade for damage after she touched bottom. The design on it is a map, and every so often I pointed out where we were - for we were somewhere on the paddle.
|yellow crowned night heron|
And finally, L melted into the canoe, and I closed my mouth and we drifted, and I let her alone to think or not think her own thoughts.
And then L discovered why I wanted to start a little bit sooner than we did.