Got to talk to Ram a few days ago. As a parent you can look back to one or maybe two things in each child’s past that you can identify as a point where they grew up. A point where they changed.
Years back Ram, Chris and I launched the Cookie Crumb Express (when she still ruled the highways) and travelled to a camp site that was the kick off point for a river trip. This river was a “Child Safe River”. Chris and Ram had never done a float trip before so we thought it would be good. It was April. It was chilly and the day was overcast with now and then drizzle falling. The trip down the river was suppost to last an hour. It took closer to 5 hours.
We were transported to the start point along with all the canoes. Chris and Ram and I shared one canoe. I could not have been more than 15 minutes before we rounded a bend and saw the first mishap. I canoe had flipped and one man was pinned between it and a tree. The canoe was upstream of the man, and it was on it’s side bottom facing the oncoming current. The man was nearly perfectly centered on the canoe and his back was against a downed tree. His son was trying to help. The current was swift and it was obviously a bad situation. The water was cold.
Ram, Chris and I moved past the site, and turned to the shore. When you are someone’s father you think about them first. It was obvious that help was needed to free the pinned man. We got out of the current, I got out and climbed up on the bank. I told the boys … stay here .. I didn’t want them to get hurt somehow, and I ran down to where several guys were assembled .. we waded the river to a sandbar and began to work to get the canoe off the guy with a rope.
Ram and Chris processed their “stay here” instructions quickly then looked at each other and said. Dad is gonna need help. Bamo they jumped out and ran up to help.
It was a deal where you are proud of your sons for disobeying and jumping in to help. We got the canoe off the poor guy, and got him and his son some of our dry clothes.
Before the trip was over we had passed out our spare clothes, and some of what we were wearing. It was cold, and wet.
I was proud that they exercised judgement, and did what they felt they needed to do. They refused to sit. They jumped in. They were no longer kids.