Slowly but surely I am growing in to a city mom version of me. You know the one likes Mikael Koors, skinny jeans, tall boots, pumpkin spiced lattes and Sometimes even my smart phone. I find my self having those moments where I tell My kids jump in the puddle, then when they do, the thought of whats in the puddle creeps in, and immediately you think hand sanitiser, Shit! at home, hmm okay "Wait! don't touch your mouth or face." The one, for a split second when the kids, Dog, and bikes are covered in mud thinks, Shit! that's going to be a pain in the ass to clean. The one that decided its better to walk in a path through the woods, from the subway to walk home rater then wait in a vary long line, then squished in the buss. I truly miss Mother Nature, time and a little less stress but I have found a way to bend, to find these things in different ways. For instance walking down the harbour in the morning is so tranquil you hardly feel you down town.
Water has always brought a certain peace full feeling, that brought answers to deepest questions and rooted me a little more. I guess that what happens growing up on Georgian Bay. Always going to the water to think, wonder, and question.We often walk the dog in the woods near a creek, catch grasshoppers in a field and ride bikes at the Pump Track. Unplugging in one way and plugging in another. Seeing , breathing, feeling nature is essential in my life. Appreciation and enjoyment of this is one gift I need to teach my children about. Tonight we tried the pump track. The boys were stoked, I was too until the dog started yanking me down the street, and we arrived to a soaked pump track with slippery and sticky mud covering everywhere. The boys dove in the dog was reeving and wanting to run. The boys approached cautiously but eventually starting to be a little daring and really go. Eventually doing bigger hills, sliding in the mud, and getting covered was fun. Hunter loved the little Pumps, and Hayden did bigger ones. Layla shot around like a bullet, at times every so often she would come when I called. I loved watching their faces light up as the went over the pumps, and to hear them shout when the got over the top. I loved seeing them admire how muddy their clothes were and thick the mud was on their bikes. I loved hearing over and over thorough out the evening how much they loved it and want to go back tomorrow.
This week has been a blessing getting off early to be with my kids and sharing a moment that shifts you like the water. Sometimes I think we forget to really live in moments. We get crowded by the day to day and rush through the moments, forgetting to stop be present and enjoy. Teaching the babies has taught me how to slow down and be present. I now try and stop and enjoy the moments. So far the moments are precious, aw striking and humorous, defiantly worth stopping for..
