This was the dream:
For my children to have an unhurried, play-filled, simple childhood.
For our family to be strong and healthy and connected.
The weather was beautiful today, after a string of cold, rainy, grey days it felt so good to be outside and we spent most of the day out there. The boys invented a new game on the trampoline called “ball war” involving more soccer and volley balls then I ever knew we owned, and a lot of hooting and laughing (and no injuries, thankfully. This game seems to be played boys against balls somehow, and I’m not arguing.)
I’ve noticed lately that though we spend a whole lot of time together, the kids and I, that just living under one roof, working together on chores and lessons and regular everyday stuff, doesn’t guarantee that we are feeling connected to each other. Sometimes we are here, sharing space, but not really together. Not as much as we’d all like to be, anyway.
Some days feel busy and rushed.