Life is just one dream flowing into another
Yesterday was a tough day. Tempers flared and my anger got the best of me, I have a friendship on the fritz, a knee injury keeping me from being as active as I would like to be and a house full of messes that I just can’t seem to get on top of. I just couldn’t seem to shake it off and I woke up this morning and felt the lingering weight of it all hanging over me.
I got home from dropping Casey off at school and got Cameron out of the car, ready to walk into the house and tackle some project or another. Instead, Cameron wrapped him chubby hand around my pointer finger and led me down the driveway, with plans of his own. I let him lead me along and we took a long, leisurely stroll around what we call the “big block”. On it’s longest side, we walked along a relatively busy rode and Cameron pointed out the trucks and school busses whizzing past. We stopped, briefly, to crouch down and examine the gravel along the sidewalk’s edge and to sit on the big rocks in one of our neighbors yards. It was beautiful to simply walk quietly with him.
Later in the day, after we had picked up Casey and taken a surprise trip to the candy store in the mall, I took another walk with the boys, Cameron walking with me and Casey riding one of our scooters. I let them dictate which direction we walked and set the pace. Casey raced ahead and then stopped to study an ant hill or fill his little pick up truck with grass while he waited for Cam and I to catch up. The sun was warm on our necks and bare legs and little Cameron’s cheeks were bright and rosy by the time we turned back into our driveway.
Taking walks with my boys is probably one of my favorite things to do. When Casey was a baby I took multiple walks a day, pushing him in his strolled and listening to podcasts or music. When he was older we would regularly take off on walks around our neighborhood, naming things, talking about colors and flowers and birds. I don’t get as much one on one time with Cameron to walk like I did with Casey, and often walking when both of them are riding something (tricycle, scooter, ride-on car, etc.) is a bit stress-inducing, so this morning felt really special. With Cameron walking along so independently, swinging his little arms, his chubby feet confident in his newly acquired hand-me-down flip-flops, I was reminded how quickly these days go by and how important it is to cherish them instead of squandering my day away in a cloud of negative energy.
We don’t have babies anymore. We have two wonderful little boys. Two creative, inquisitive, independent, silly and often exasperating little boys who are full of so much energy and so much life and often drive me nuts but fill my heart with more love then I’ve ever known.