Field Trip

Some of us remember field trips back during early school years. Adventure. Discovery. Change of pace, fun and, of course, a day to miss school!

Our neighborhood is blessed with a large open field in the heart of our community. Its constant use includes pleasant walks and bench swings with family members, outdoor activities and exercise, kite flying, and occasional neighborhood gatherings. 

The field has become a weekly respite from Duchenne for our family. Grandson Hayes and his mom come over, we play games and dine together with my son Jonathan who is a wonderful uncle. Three dogs are also in the mix. Then, we venture over to the nearby field with the assistance of a three-wheeler to assist a muscle weakened Hayes.

I have previously written of the great interest and joy my grandson demonstrates with Space and Rocketry. He loves pretending his three-wheeler is a rocket ship. Jonathan jogs him as Grandson cheers and laughs as they make their way to destinations that Hayes requests such as the giant star Betelgeuse or to Alpha Centauri B to look for new planets. (What youngster under five knows that stuff?)

Occasionally, I feel sad upon seeing other young boys playing in the field, running wildly, kicking or pitching a ball… knowing Hayes may not ever be able to participate. The precious time we spend on that field sets a stage for a life drama that both pains and warms the heart at the same time.

The field represents a special place where we discover and re-discover how fresh air and open spaces can be so good for the body and soul. The change of pace is emotionally rejuvenating. 

Many thanks to the neighborhood developers who planned and allowed for the open green space. Our community and our hearts benefit from such forward thinking. We need more open green spaces.

Grandson Hayes and our family will vigorously continue to pursue our field of dreams … to end Duchenne. Those who read this blog are most certainly always encouraged to join our pursuit.

Kindly,

Papa in Tennessee