Yesterday I am sitting at home with cramps and a sour mood feeling guilty that summer is nearing a close and we have not done enough.
Which is ridiculous because even as I’m thinking that, the girls are squealing with delight at a neighbourhood hide n seek game interrupted in intervals with a ladybug, a popsicle hand-out, an ant invasion and a picnic snack.
Why is it that even though I know, I feel, I believe in my core, that simplicity is the key to joy, a bad day can bring me right back to dwelling on the couldn’ts and didn’ts, and unnecessary wanting.
With giggles and shouts of “Found ya!” as my backdrop, I grumpily organize the girls summer art while plotting an activity that will make us ‘busy’ for the afternoon.
Kaya has created our summer checklist, marking the real greatness of our days.
Ones filled, not with schedules and to-do’s, but with free-play and nature. Suddenly I am transported back to my own childhood…
- My mom nursing a bird that hit our window back to health and setting it free.
- Climbing our willow tree and making our own swing from it.
- Neighborhood kick-the-can until the sun dropped and parents start calling.
- Jumping rocks in the creek.
- A cow chasing my brother making me both giggle and terrified.
Time and space for curiosity and adventure. As important now as it was then.
Full days, not rushed ones, are the best of summer days aren’t they. Where an hour can be spent crouched down counting caterpillar legs or chasing butterfly fairies. When a 30 minute walk turns into a 3-hour journey.
and newly formed butterfly wings drying.