"Let Them Eat Dirt" BC microbiologist brings research to the convo for anyone who likes more detail ... so great!!!! Of course, I couldn't help but think how mud got a bad rap, brought to us by Samuel Mudd a different doctor who possibly helped changed history : ) "Your name is Mudd." haha
Like many of your other commentators, I had a childhood open to the dirt. We built roads, and tunnels, and gardens, and made mud pies and all the rest. We were a bit of a feral lot of kids in the country and not one ever suggested that our play was inappropriate.
I have always had a pretty strong immune system and I have wondered if there is a connection between that and growing up in a big family (in a two bedroom house that was far from neat and tidy). Lots of exposure to germs!
My sons are just old enough to have had parents that didn’t freak out to catch one of them “eating dirt”. I was always convinced that such (infrequent) behavior helped them develop antibodies and immunities to common “bugs”. Only once or twice did either of them require prescriptions for antibiotics. And the smiles on their grimy faces!! Totally worth an extra load of laundry. 🧺
Brings me back to my youth where I played in the dirt piles near our house and my mom would yell at me for doing this. Guess I was a brilliant child before my time:)
I love this post. We had a mud pile outside our home and yes, I spent time playing there. I don't think I'm up to a mud run, however!!! These days as I view the ground here at the Woods prepared for planting, I rejoice in the new life it will bring. I celebrate the worms that put oxygen into that soil. I celebrate the God who even uses manure from our alpacas to create good food. I wonder if God can use the manure in our politics to somehow ultimately bring good to this world? That would be a miracle for sure!
And a wonderful message. I vividly remember making mud pies and feeling so accomplished. I also vividly remember riding the most joyous days my bike in the pouring rain in the muddy street.
Thanks for sharing your experience. I am glad that the post helped to bring them back.
"Let Them Eat Dirt" BC microbiologist brings research to the convo for anyone who likes more detail ... so great!!!! Of course, I couldn't help but think how mud got a bad rap, brought to us by Samuel Mudd a different doctor who possibly helped changed history : ) "Your name is Mudd." haha
Hi Karen, thanks for your witty comments.
Like many of your other commentators, I had a childhood open to the dirt. We built roads, and tunnels, and gardens, and made mud pies and all the rest. We were a bit of a feral lot of kids in the country and not one ever suggested that our play was inappropriate.
I have always had a pretty strong immune system and I have wondered if there is a connection between that and growing up in a big family (in a two bedroom house that was far from neat and tidy). Lots of exposure to germs!
My sons are just old enough to have had parents that didn’t freak out to catch one of them “eating dirt”. I was always convinced that such (infrequent) behavior helped them develop antibodies and immunities to common “bugs”. Only once or twice did either of them require prescriptions for antibiotics. And the smiles on their grimy faces!! Totally worth an extra load of laundry. 🧺
Memories...Thanks for your comment, Martha.
Brings me back to my youth where I played in the dirt piles near our house and my mom would yell at me for doing this. Guess I was a brilliant child before my time:)
And you persist in brilliance!🙏🏻
Manuel,
I love this post. We had a mud pile outside our home and yes, I spent time playing there. I don't think I'm up to a mud run, however!!! These days as I view the ground here at the Woods prepared for planting, I rejoice in the new life it will bring. I celebrate the worms that put oxygen into that soil. I celebrate the God who even uses manure from our alpacas to create good food. I wonder if God can use the manure in our politics to somehow ultimately bring good to this world? That would be a miracle for sure!
I am smiling that the post brought back good memories and thoughts, Donna!😎
Playing in the dirt is always good, whether it is making mud pies, burying treasure, planting seeds, or drawing pictures (or any other activity).
Thanks for your comment, Leanna.
It is a wonderful article, Manuel!
And a wonderful message. I vividly remember making mud pies and feeling so accomplished. I also vividly remember riding the most joyous days my bike in the pouring rain in the muddy street.
I am glad to have brought back happy memories, Lorraine. Thanks for your comment.
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