The other day the kids and I went on an adventure…a simple walk across the field…down to the water…to another world. For them it was a familiar path, one they visit often with full and wild imaginations. For me it was a separation between doing what I thought I wanted/should be/needed to be doing and pulling myself away from all that to join my children in their space, where most likely existed a world that I needed much more than anything else.
Why is it that I often find it difficult to pull away from the chores and the daily jive to go with them? I hear the words, “Play with me.” “I need someone to play with me.” “Mommy come here.” “Mommy look.” “Mommy!” “Mommy! I NEED you!” deeply embedded all throughout my days, each and everyday, so often that sometimes I wonder if I wrote down how many times I heard the word “Mommy” it might range somewhere in the thousands each day it seems. Four people requesting my full awareness and presence; four people wanting me present in their lives to share all of their wide and worldly discoveries with. How honored it is to be me! How loved I am! How much I appreciate this point in their lives, where they want me there. Yet, I often find myself zoning it out. Mommy becomes a word I ignore, and that makes me sad. I want to be present for my kids. I want to be there as much as they want or need me to, knowing that that desire from them won’t always unconditionally be there. Being a Mom is such an emotionally taxing/blessing of a job, one that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I cherish it regardless of the trials and tribulations that I find along it’s path; and I cherish above all, the challenges like this one…to be more present with my children most of all.
So on this day, I followed. We held hands as we walked across the drive. We swung our intertwined arms wildly and were silly. I followed them down the path they have come to know. And the farther from the house we got…the more their imaginations began to soar. Once we climbed down to the creek I stepped back and watched them, in their own world, in awe of just how much I can learn from them.
While we were on our adventure and fully submersed in the nature that always surrounds us; that allows invites us over for tea whenever we need it…I felt the creek wash away every bit of daily tension and magically we were all deeply connected. Connected deeply with each other; with the water; with the air; with the Earth; connected with every bit of nature and our surroundings. As we walked back to the house, I returned with a deep impression in my mind…to allow myself to follow in their footsteps more often. It is good medicine for the soul.