Saturday, after an early soccer match, Cullen, big sister, Taylor, who is home for the summer, Dad and I went to a the Cherokee Mother's Day Festival and PowWow not far from our home. The weather was perfect, and the event was spectacular! We saw dancing and regalia from several tribal traditions, listened to drums and music (actually, we could feel the drums!) and had a chance to touch and examine crafts and artifacts of every sort.
Over the past week, we've begun to learn about Native Americans a little, and we'll continue to learn more over the next week or two. Only now we have tangible understanding of so much that might not be so easy to glean from a book or a cardboard craft. We have seen a tipi of the plains tribes; we know exactly what a lean-to shelter looks like that might have been built by the Southeastern tribes; we have seen and smelled a buffalo; we have tied a leather and bone bead choker around our own necks; we have run our fingers into the fur of a fox pelt and touched the tip of a bone knife; we have heard the plaintive call of a wooden flute; we have actually danced in the grass to the pounding drum and wailing song.
As Cullen sat with his Dad to watch the dancers late in the afternoon, (while big sister shopped the jewelry booths!) he looked up, and with just a little bit of surprise in his voice, he said, "You know... I'm really enjoying myself!"
Learning new things can be incredibly fun!