This morning I woke up with the heavy feeling that always comes after a late night. When will I learn that an extra hour or two of reading is not worth the no-sleep hangover? One more chapter is the new one more glass of wine you know.
Sun was pouring through the windows but it wasn’t reaching my inner grinch. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle the do we have to?’s of a lesson heavy morning inside, so we packed up and headed out.
Sunny days in the winter call for the adventurer’s spirit; the ability to look at the plans made and toss them over your shoulder. I really don’t believe a morning of math with a grumpy mom is going to outshine an expansive day outdoors in the long run anyway.
First step in my save the day plan? Coffee and hot chocolate. These guys of mine really are great sports.
Next, on to the Brickworks, a city green space just far enough outside our usual routine and perimeter to keep the kids interested.
Once the bustle of parking lots and cars was behind us and we spilled out onto the trail, my whole body exhaled and at the next inhalation I breathed in that wide open space, the laughter of my children and the gorgeous contrast of bare branches against a perfect blue sky.
We walked and ran and climbed along, every foot fall pushing out the shadows of my morning.
At the top of the ridge I lifted my face and let the sun seep into my pores and drench every dark corner with buoyant light. I carried that light as we ran back down the hill, followed the toddler’s pace back to the car and kept it in me as we drove back home for lunch.
It’s amazing what a subtle thing like lifting ourselves to the sun can do for the energy of our day. How a little space and light and unplanned wandering can crack us open to meet the rest of it shining.