This is my son and just one of the many fish he’s been catching from this very spot. He can sit here along the rocks hour after hour casting his baited line into the river. I’m a fan of my young fisherman. I send him to his favorite spot loaded with all of the things a mom is certain that one young boy might need in order to catch ‘the big one.’ We have it narrowed to a minimum now, but only because his pockets will only hold a few things. There were compromises made.
1.Bottle of drinking water. The summer days have been very hot and with no shade near the river he’s sitting there in full sunlight.
2. Sunglasses. I’d find him squinting at the glints of sunlight dancing across the water. He shouldn’t have crow’s feet by his eyes at age 10.
3. Fishing suppilies. Pole, fishing line, weights, hooks, bobbers and of course bait.
4. Cell Phone. I fully expect that as he’s falling into the river after being pulled in by ‘the big one’ that he’ll call to let me know. The inclusion of a cell phone occurred due to a compromise. He had a conversation with me. The one that goes like this:
“Mom, you can’t just sit here and watch me. None of the other guys fishing have their mom’s sitting here.”
Being the kind of mom that I am.. I got sneaky, I can sit on my veranda and watch him fishing from there. I also find every reason I can to go and see how he’s doing. I’ll take him snacks. I’ll take him sunscreen. I’ll go to take pictures of the fish he’s caught. So far… he tolerates me. I’m sure the other fishermen know exactly what I’m doing. But they can sit there squinting into the sun only wishing they had homemade treats to munch on.