March 21, 2013 by allsho
Action. Since the birth of my firstborn, the word “action” has changed drastically its semantics.
And even Newton’s Third Law of Dynamics, the so-called law of action-and-reaction, has gotten even more universal than I used to know it from years of studies and teaching.
Action: it’s not me. I am reaction. Action is them. And rightly so.
We were curious, in 2011, when we decided to take an Easter vacation to Malta. With our one-and-a-half and almost-three years old active ones.
How they will behave on the plane, how we shall be able to visit places, meet our friends living there, how they will deal with eating out every meal. All fairly good questions. We tried it. And it was a success.
We came back physically more tired than we left – we had to react. They enjoyed it, had a really good time – and a lot of action. With us, with their grandparents who came along – incidentally, that was our last holiday with my father – with our Maltese friends and their children, just a bit older.
But to us what was amazingly refreshing, was seeing how adaptable, curious, exploring, open, they were, as if we never left home, in terms of their confidence, and yet very aware they weren’t at home and trying their best to live their adventure.
I can’t see any other grown-up activity being “action” but as mocking a child’s action.