My eldest daughter created a new league of outdoors girl groups along the lines of Girl Guides and Brownies.
The Bush Girls
She informed me one day whilst hiking in tall forest near Tanjil Bren, that “bush girls never give up”
I’m not sure where she got the idea, but it’s made me a happy camper for a while now. Every time we head out to the bush we are reminded of a bush girls true grit and determination to get the job done. It never actually turns out that way. But the concept is sweet. The intention is what makes me smile.
My girls have two lives.
One in the city with Mum. School, kinder, play dates, birthday parties, movies, TV, cafes and shopping.
Then they have their bush lives with me (Papa Bear as they call me). Trips into the forest, 4wd exploring drives, playing outside in the cubby, getting lost in the huge old school grounds garden, mushrooming, picking berries in summer, collecting pine cones for the open fire, toasting marshmallows and feeding chooks.
They’ve even been helping me collect wood, stack chopped wood and they’ve both assisted in getting the fires lit. They can tell a good mushroom from a bad mushroom. They have fire safety knowledge, they are learning pocket knife rules and they’re no afraid of getting dirty in the vegetable patch.
They love exploring the bush with me. I love explaining nature to them. No doubt I probably bore them senseless. But I feel good that they have this nature side to life.
It’s a pretty good spread for the girls. It’s a good balance. It’s gumboots with me and ballet shoes and runners with mum. What kid wouldn’t benefit from that mix. They have a mum and dad that love them dearly. I guess that’s all the kids really need. To know they’re loved. Even if they wake me up 5 times during the night.
I dedicated my book to my bush girls. May they never give up.