Last Thursday I had one of those parenting days. I woke up, exhausted, to the kids fighting, my husband out of town, and my day stretching like an eternity before me.
We got through morning chores (making beds, getting dressed, breakfast...) and school, but barely. When we finished it wasn't quite lunch, and I was at my breaking point. I instructed the boys to put on shoes & sweaters and off we went.
Once outside, as predicted, our moods took a serious turn for the better. The boys ran and laughed and found sticks, and I took pictures, which always soothes my spirit. I was given not one, but two handfuls of wild flowers picked by my sweet boys, and at different points during our walk, each of the three of them slid their small hands into mine as we meandered.
I am so glad I thought to get out of doors with them. It changed the whole day.
"You will never have this day with your children again...
just breathe and notice
smell and touch them
study their faces and little feet