4 kids in 3 years: reflections on motherhood, art and life.
All the big stuff is mostly done: the auction auctioned, the art show hung, the birthday party partied, even school is almost finished.
This Sunday was a day of rest. It was a day with no printing or framing or party-bag making, no Lego people trimming or minifig drawing. It was a time to sit back and take stock, rest my still weary shingly legs and see just how much clean laundry awaited folding (turns out about 6 over-flowing baskets.)
So I sat at breakfast and looked at my children, at the freckles that have sparked up in places where hastily applied sunscreen never reached, and at their hands, where Ripley’s Believe It or Not fingernails grow at an alarming rate.
Tim took them all on a bike ride adventure while I prepared our first feral dinner of the coming summer season.
And then we headed to the beach.
Yes, the big stuff is momentarily done, the stuff people put on calendars and send invitations for and put on resumes or photograph for memory books.
And thankfully, blissfully, it is time again for the little unimportant things: the crescent moons of dirty fingernails, the first chilly drops of ocean water in their hair, a girl watching her reflection dance in the receding tide, the tiniest clam in a palm, and finally, a sleepy ice cream cone eaten while wrapped in terrycloth.
The big stuff, it’s like the bonging of a clock that says that momentous time has passed, while the little things, they are the minutes that hush and whisper and breathe.
Allow me to be the first to thank you for sharing these moments with us. Sweet inspiration.
Ah, thank you, speedy reader! I thought I’d give everyone a light reading day. We all need some down time. 😉
Allow me to be the second.
You’re exceptional at capturing these big moments masquerading as little ones.
As well as anyone, you are able to squeeze all the importance out of a seemingly typical moment.
It’s what makes for beautiful writing. It’s very inspiring, Jen. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for the that.
Some days it’s more me being incredulous (and slightly apoplectic) that they never listen to what I say. But if we slow it down enough and let it go, then sometimes it’s just a lovely day all around. I think I needed that. I think we all need that.
Yes to small moments, so much more meaningful than big. Not always but often. Enjoy the upcoming summer.
Thank you. You, too. Here’s to small moments and lazy days on a nearly empty beach.
Congrats, you did it! Hopefully you will slow down a bit and let your bits heal (as you can see, I am still laughing). Those little things mean so much, they are the stuff that creates a childhood. You never know, of all the amazing things you do as a parent, what will stick. Relax and enjoy. Summer is definitely around the corner, yay!
Right? I so hope it’s the feral dinners at the beach and not the yelling over the seat belts that sticks. Here’s to summer and more feral dinners!
This might be my most favorite one of all…
Ah, that means you are in need of some feral beach dinners as well. 😉 Hope you find some with your awesomely expansive family!
“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” – John Lennon
So good to see you here. And yes, life’s like that. Exactly.
Reblogged this on Toko Raja Ampat R4 and commented:
Feral dinners! Brilliant. Here’s to many times ten in the upcoming months. Am delighted to report that my two recently returned home coeds still delight in
s l o w i n g d o w n every now and then. This past Tuesday we did just that. Heaven.
I felt I was at the beach with you! Thanks for the visit.