Generally speaking, relaxing isn’t my special talent. As we all know, the saying, “A mother’s work is never done,” is quite true. I have a hard time putting everything I need to accomplish to the back of my mind in order to stay in the moment, and sometimes, take a little break. This quality isn’t one of my best because it leads to stress and general unpleasantness.
My kids all seem to know how to relax. I wonder if I did as well at some point in my distant past, but lost the ability somewhere along the way. Is that simply part of being a grown-up? Forgetting how to “play?” It shouldn’t have to be.
I tend to fall into the trap of belief that accomplishing those never-ending items on my mental to-do list will bring me peace, but in reality it often becomes a fruitless chase. Yes, I must do my work, but it is also important to abandon my list both mentally and physically on a regular basis.
Yesterday while Mabel took an early evening nap, I stepped away from our house and all the work for a walk. I carried my camera, something I don’t do quite so often these days. I brought along our naughty “Tilly-Woo” and Beatrix joined me as well. We stayed out till almost dark playing with Tilly and picking pokeberries. I didn’t have to worry about dinner because we were eating leftovers. It was the perfect evening. I wondered why I don’t do this more frequently. Maybe because we don’t have leftovers for dinner often enough?
I guess the moral of my story is that if you cook enough food for dinner on Monday, you might actually get to relax a little on Tuesday. And in my case, I might end up with some pokeberry yarn.