Saturday, March 8, 2014

Her Perspective


Yesterday I took a walk with a friend.  She had homeschooled her two children and her youngest just started her freshman year of college. She mentioned how lonely it was at first to come home to an empty house. I had just struggled to just get two of the three things out the door, shoes and helmets on, everyone pottied in preparation.  When we finally set off two houses away I noticed one Thing had a flat tire. We switched to a scooter, kept on walking and stopping and walking, and talking, and getting interrupted again and again and again. Later the other Thing’s chain came off his bike and we had to push it the rest of the way home. So when I say we went for “a walk” it is in the loosest sense, and full of life along the way.  Thankfully she had all the perspective of a seasoned mom and didn’t seem to mind all the stops and starts.

About 20 mins into our journey it started to rain (of course).  Thing 3 was a bit ahead of us on the trail and Thing 2 was stopped and lagging behind.  I hollered to encourage him to pick up the pace pointing out the precipitation. She looked back at him and quietly commented “these are such precious years.”  She said it with a smile and eyes full of memories.  I looked down the path again at my son struggling with his scooter, this time with her years of experience. Instead of yelling again to hurry him along I jogged back to help him. Her comment help me refocus and see: the fun of this exuberant age, the companionship of our children, the gift of living life together, even with all its stops and starts. 

This morning my mind flashed back to her comment and I thought about all the times I long to go for a long, uninterrupted run all by myself. Or carry on a conversation with a friend without a million little questions interjected. I set off on walks with my kids forgetting it isn’t all about me and the miles I want to cover.  It is about them too.  It is about teaching them (and remembering myself) to push through on the up-hills.  To coast (but not too fast) on the down-hills. To laugh at the flat tires and slipped chains. And most of all to enjoy the people (big and little) who are on the path with me.  Sure, its okay…and very good for mommies…to take long solitary walks.  But I don’t want to value those uninterrupted times more than the choppy ones with my children.  All too soon they will be grown and I’ll be looking back alone on the path with eyes full of my own memories…or maybe I’ll get a puppy. 

1 comment:

Carrie said...

Great post, Sherry! Thank you! I was just thinking about how we're getting less and less time alone after the kids go to bed as they stay up a bit later. And then this morning I actually got up early to have some quiet time alone and one kiddo woke up about then too having wet the bed. Guess I get to share my early start on the day with my precious gifts, huh. :)