Supposedly it is the end of summer, and I have been feeling down for not be as amazing of an outdoor mom as I wanted to be this season. And so I started to think back about what I have done with my two boys, and although not every day was a wilderness adventure, everyday was an adventure in some way.
I am proud of hauling my kids to farmers markets, music festivals, splash pads, county fairs, baseball games, amusement parks, little hiking trails, movies in the park, community picnics, train rides, river swimming holes, water parks, etc.
A lot of these events I was flying solo due to my husband working nights and weekends. I have come close to having a few nervous breakdowns but I feel like my toddler is making memories and my infant is being exposed to some good energy. I have gotten really good at knowing what to pack for the day and how to load the wagon and the beach umbrella in the car in the most efficient way.
I am impressed by my husband as he also has been a hero in taking the kids fun places while I worked or rested. He even took our toddler to four sessions of summer camp at the Nature Center. Yah Dad
We also have had a lot of fun as a family when all four of us could participate. My reflection of the summer has given my hope in what I will be able to accomplish in the future. It is a lesson that major ordeals are not what create our lives but it is the what we create day to day that matters.
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