Our week started in water and woods, in a warm lodge with coffee that was always on. Our children, no longer needing us to hold their hands, pruned their bodies with endless trips down the water slide and whirls around the lazy river. The girl's voice (much like the other children her age, I noticed) floated high above the splashes and chatter, to tell me, even from the other side of the room, how much fun she was having.
Mud caked trails and a couple hours to journal and read, were my respite. While hot tubs and water slides are truly a joy, especially in winter, the quiet and our time outside was just the recharge I needed.
I found my recharged self, though, still spinning when we returned Tuesday and I began to think of all the little things and big things needing my attention.
Soon, like today soon, begins a weekend of muchness.
The boy is gathering here with buds to plan a carnival, because games and prizes, well, when you're eight almost nine, is joy wrapped in joy. There will be Pokemon, Mario Cart, and a lot of mac and cheese; these things I am told are also pretty great.
And then Sunday our girl's friends come to celebrate with cake and ice cream and play, because when asked what she wanted to do with her friends on her day, she plainly stated, eat cake and play. A pinata was also asked for, because again, little prizes, yes please!
Monday is her actual day. FIVE. Five was hard for me four years ago. It's feeling bittersweet again. The last couple weeks, I've noticed how well she's starting to articulate her needs and wants. She has always been VERY aware of what she needed, but it's this new awareness of words, tone, let's be honest- not blood curdling screams- that is catching me off guard. Five is still so little, but so big too.
And then Wednesday a new semester begins. Ten women and I will gather each week to read poetry, write, listen, and be heard.
So many gifts, and yet as I watched my lists grow...
That tug came to let myself get overwhelmed, lose focus, choose chaos over calm.
In the midst of my lists, not 24 hours after our return, a high fever came, canceling the Wednesday and Thursday plans, and the lists I keep written all over the house, rattling around in my head, quickly became less important.
Thankfully he's fine, a cold, nothing more. While I held my breath the entire time his fever spiked and fell for two days, I was able to sit quite a bit, with Pokemon cartoons as my surround sound, and quiet the lists, my mind.
There are still many good things "to do" (that without a clear mind can turn into those "have to do" things), but they are content to wait until I get to them.
Yes, the weekend of muchness begins, and I think I'm finally catching my breath.
Happy weekend, friends!