This weekend, the weather in Vermont was amazing! Gorgeous, warm and bright. As I eluded to in a previous post, we live in a very old farm house, built in 1870. When we moved in, as stupid young homeowners, we thought we’d have it looking just the way we envisioned within a matter of months. Ha. So six years, three kids, two ER visits, and thousands of dollars later our house is finally the way we envisioned. Many sacrifices have been made along the way but the compromises I feel most shame about are the missed family moments. Time we should have spent with the kids was spent hemorrhaging funds our home. Last weekend, we finished the last project… Which meant this weekend was long-overdue family time.
We decided today was the perfect day for a hike. Frequently in the warm months, we climb the trail to the top of Mount Philo. Barely a mountain, it boasts what I believe to be one of the best scenic views in our beautiful state.
Along the way, we took note of our surroundings. My oldest was excited to record his observations in his journal (which of course I was carrying, along with the snacks, drinks, etc.).
Once at the top, he quickly began working away in his journal. I spent a great deal of time watching his steady pencil strokes, his even lines and the concentration which spread across his face was inspiring. This child has so many gifts.
This hike was significant as it was the first trek my youngest made on his own two legs. He reveled in the landscape and though it took us a little longer as he needed to inspect holes, roots, rocks and bark, it was he who was more proud than I when we reached the top. Unfortunately, he quickly had an accident. And though I had many (many, many) items in the pack on my back, a change of clothes was not among them. Ugh. Luckily, his older brother was wearing boxer briefs and had no hesitation about loaning them. And even luckier still, my youngest was delighted to wear nothing but his brother’s unders for our journey down the mountain. Crisis averted.
Spending this time as a family felt refreshing and filled my heart with love, my veins with patience which will hopefully last through the week. Being active, in nature, hearing their excitement about new surroundings made me breathe in their curiosity along with the fresh air. A day I will remember for long time. My children are outside all the time and I am with them… But so much of the time I watch them. Observe them. But to experience the outdoors alongside them was a treat (for both of us) I don’t normally indulge. I feel that it made a difference for them as well. There was no whining (really!) and such powerful enthusiasm. The good moods and possitivity followed us all through the day. Get out with your kids. Experience nature together! Peace Mamas!