We're spending August on Cape Cod with family. As amazing this opportunity, being alone with my 1.5 and 3 year old for a good part of that time is daunting in an unfamiliar place. This morning I woke up wondering how many times within an 8 hour period is too many for my limbs to fall asleep. After a few nights of the good old family bed, I woke up a bit tired. I glanced at the clock that read: 6:21 and thought, ‘oh my' as my boys' bodies began to squirm gearing up for the day.
But those feelings quickly left my body and my mind as soon as we ventured to a nearby pond.
We meandered down the street to the quaint steps that led us to our morning activity. Along the way we waved to the garbage person, chatted with neighbors and pet (well, I did) dogs. The breeze was warm and as my 3 year old pointed out, ‘the sun is shining, mom! And look the sky! It's blue!'
We climbed…
We jumped…
We threw rocks…
The walk was simple and led by my boys. And we were all so happy.
Simple and totally organic thanks to the beautiful outdoors. A nice reminder as I wade through mountains of activity supplies and ponder the next great post. Sometimes we just need to sit back, take a deep breath and have faith that the day will be all right.
Thanks for reading…
Marnie
