When the weeks fly by and time seems to disappear, I find I crave peace…a simplicity that doesn’t seem to exist between the busyness of the school runs, the errands and the homeworks to be completed.
As a family we have tried to carve out Saturdays as a time to do the simple things, without the rush and with no time agendas.
This weekend was one of the best of them…a walk/scooter run to our local estate, a bag packed with hot chocolate, snacks and a kelly kettle.
The best of days.
I watch them as they run…the childhood frustrations I dwell on at times, melt away. I see them. Really see them. Faces alive, invigorated and completely free.
And in its own way, it reminds me to look at them properly in those moments of frustration and clock watching. Not to see my own agenda but to see and be thankful for these wee souls in my care.
To see them; souls that are free, so completely free.
These are the pebbles I want to gather and gather by the dozen. Because at some point I’ll not be able to gather them again. Yes there will be different pebbles, and a good different in some ways I’m sure. But these little moments are the ones I want to savour.
The ones I want to leave an imprint on my soul…my little girls running, hearts full and content.
These are the pebbles that I know in the future when I lift them out to reminisce, will be sparkling little diamonds.