I know that there have been lots of these same pictures: my kids in the woods…
but can I just say, that this really is our lives right now. Almost everyday, we are exploring secret woodsy places or down at the fishing hole, finding frogs and salamanders, or somewhere else where the air is fresh and the world is new.
This is a picture of the kids this past weekend. We found these really cool little holes in a tree and they went up to look at them and I asked them to sit and take a picture. They sat and paid no attention to me snapping pictures for like 15 minutes. They were looking at all the trees around them, picking things up off the ground, collecting acorns, and trying to find the sun through the top of the tree. They chatted a little with each other but mostly they listened to all the sounds.
(At Mr. Isaac’s tackle and bait shop! Our favorite place for worms and snacks before heading to the fishing hole.)
I love being outside with them. I love looking at the world through their eyes. It seems so much cleaner, more beautiful, and a lot less…. heavy. I remember what it was like to have that innocent view of the world… back when it was beautiful. It’s funny, it was just the same as it is now, only my perspective has changed.
Listening to the leaves crunch beneath my feet, jumping from rock to rock, and starring up at the clouds as they roll by…. all this makes it sooo worth while to have children and watch them grow, discover, and change.
I love being a mom.
Most recently I have been thinking and studying about what it is to create a home. This is really the first time I have felt “settled” since being in Virginia. My idea of home has always been different than most. Growing up, I remember growing sunflowers in our garden, our cast iron stove with some good smelling concoction always simmering on top of it, handmade things (whether it be Dad’s fishing flies or Mom’s clothes she’d make at the factory), boxes and boxes of fabric (what I wouldn’t give for all of that now), or homemade potato soup at the dinner table. These are all some of the most special things to me about my childhood. My parents probably remember the ‘reason why” we lived like that. But my perspective of my childhood was so different from reality, I guess. I had no idea our financial situation, or what life was like outside of my home. I didn’t know all those quaint things were so cozy to me until I left them. And now I am realizing how very much a family needs a home. A real home. A warm, cozy place where everyone can be themselves and feel safe. I know that it’s a little early to be making New Years resolutions, but my next year will be spent making sure that my family has a place to call “home.” I understand that it will never be perfect, there will always be something to do: dirty dishes in the sink, laundry to fold, dinner to cook, and sleepy children. My hope is that, just maybe, in all of that, I can see the beautiful gift it is to have a family of my own and create an atmosphere for us all to enjoy even in the toughest of times….And through this new parenthood experience I have gained a whole new appreciation for my own parents. They were not perfect and they had a lot to work through when they started their family. I am so thankful that they never gave up on each other or on me. If they had… I would not be the person I am today. So, thank you, Mom and Dad, for your obedience to the Lord and your strength to follow through.