The Playground Crawl
A different kind of odyssey
In Anno Domini 416 one of Rome’s last pagan politicians and writers, one Rutilius Namatianus, concluded the most distinguished political post of his career—a year-long stint as the prefect of Rome. Upon the end of his commitment he returned home to Gaul. As it happens, we know more about his voyage home than any other aspect of his life, including his prefecture. It appears that taking the longer, scenic route by sea, instead of traveling by land, made for an epic journey. That makes sense. A great epic voyage home, after all, has just one important pre-requisite: You must leave home to journey back.
But no one said you must go far.
Our own epic journey begins in the early morning most Saturdays this time of year. I pack second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, second lunch, and snacks for the younger two kids and coffee for me. Each of us grabs a book as well, because we’re that kind of family. Appropriately packed for the day-long journey, we set off on my children’s favorite weekend odyssey: the playground crawl. Our first stop often is a wooden playground built in the shape of a castle. Years ago my oldest was painfully stung by a bee at this playground and refused to ever go there again. But the younger two have no such baggage. The bees have long since moved on, anyway.
We might never have known about Rutilius Namatianus’ lengthy and roundabout trip home had he not written an epic poem about it, De Reditu Suo (About His Return). A relatively short epic in two books, its poetic medium nevertheless bombastically harkens back to that age-old tradition, beginning with Homer’s Odyssey, of writing epics about the return of the noble hero to his beloved home and hearth. On the Roman side of things, Vergil’s Aeneid, the quintessential Roman epic, also tells of the arduous voyage of the hero Aeneas, the proto-founder of Rome, from his old home of Troy to the new one in Italy. In undertaking his own epic, Rutilius Namatianus consciously, deliberately, and longingly wrote himself into this same tradition. We can laugh at his delusions of grandeur all we want, but Rutilius was on to something important after all. Perhaps all we need to create our own epics is the awareness that any adventure, even the most mundane, can be important and in its own small way glorious, especially in the eyes of a child.
Before departing the wooden castle for our next stop, my daughter and I walk a small distance on the nearby trail. Two college-aged guys jog by. Alarmed, my daughter stops. Putting her excellent lungs to good use, she exclaims about one of the joggers: “Mom, that guy has lost his shirt!” This seems like a good time to leave. Our next stop is less than a mile away and is the newest playground in town. Opened to much fanfare just a year ago, it is right on the lake, and is often invaded by gaggles of overly aggressive geese on the prowl for snacks. But today nary a goose is in sight. After a hasty second breakfast the kids are off to climb and run around some more, returning periodically to our picnic table to rehydrate.
The British custom of the “pub crawl” involves visiting multiple drinking establishments over the course of a single evening. There is excitement involved in switching venues frequently, and perhaps some element of surprise if you do not know where you will go next. Participants just know that the fun will continue until they pass out. The playground crawl operates on the same principle but is more appropriate for children and takes place in the daytime.
The sun is high in the sky, and the kids are ready for the next round of food and water. Soon after the meal known as first lunch, we drive across town to our third stop: a playground just a couple of blocks from the public library. My son is excited to run across a friend there. The friend has a brother with her, and suddenly the four kids all play together for a while, until the parental units decide that sufficient sweat has been shed to redeem the time outside.
The purpose of epic, as the Homeric heroes remind us, is to commit great achievements to memory forever. Faced with a choice of either living to old age without fame or dying young but achieving eternal glory through epic poetry, the hero Achilles chooses the latter without hesitation. Epic poets themselves echo their heroes’ sentiments repeatedly in their desire to be remembered. But what about the smaller epic adventures, like our playground crawl? As the cliché goes, families build memories through shared experiences. And so we create our own humble epic tales, ones that perhaps our children will recall later to their own children.
It is approaching dinnertime, and I buckle two sweaty and dirt-coated children into the car. Two minutes into the drive home I hear the tell-tale sound of vigorous thumb sucking, which can only mean one thing: My daughter is fast asleep in her car seat. My son is quiet as well, absorbed in his book.
Later in the evening, as my husband gives each of the kids their nightly bath, washing the grime off the weary travelers, I hear my son excitedly rehashing his entire day. Epic tales, that integral part of entertainment in oral cultures, were always meant to be told and retold. And while they may sound better in poetry, I love them just as much in my children’s prose.
An earlier version of this essay appeared in the now sadly defunct magazine, Current.
Elsewhere this week
Latest on the Christians Reading Classics podcast at Mere Orthodoxy: this really fun conversation with Joseph Griffith and Joshua Kinlaw about Cassiodorus, classical education in antiquity and today, and fish ponds (it’s all connected, I promise!).
I reviewed philosophy David Bentley Hart’s new translation of the Tao Te Ching for Providence Magazine. A taste:
This is a beautiful vision for civic education in this age of moral failures and degradation that we can see all around. Indeed, the Tao Te Ching is just the exhortation to moral growth needed for the moment, as vices once broadly recognized as inimical to a well functioning society proliferate, serving only to alienate us further from one another. If vice festers in and contributes to isolation and loneliness, the key to good citizenship and growth in the virtues is the community of other citizens, those who are wiser and more virtuous. We can certainly benefit from thinking more about the need to grow, not only for our own sake but for that of our country. Indeed, part of the wisdom that the Way insistently teaches is that we do not belong to ourselves alone.
And yet, as genuinely constructive as the Tao Te Ching is for thinking earnestly about the difficult questions of our own day, its message falls short of the Gospel. Its spirituality, for all its references to “Heaven,” is obviously not informed by Christ. And so, while Christians will benefit from reading this text and being reminded of the universality of its message, we must remember that to follow Christ is not equivalent to merely growing in wisdom. Indeed, sometimes to follow Christ looks like foolishness to the rest of the world (1 Cor. 1:18). But then, to be good and virtuous citizens in an age of vice is still good testimony for the cause of Christ.


Liking the creative connections in these journeys!
i'm impressed that you have the stamina for an all day playground crawl.