The snow is completely gone now and there are flowers blooming everywhere. The crocuses made the first appearance, poking through last year’s dead leaves and small remnants of snow. Then it is the daffodils, hyacinths, and other beauties that I don’t know the name of. The forsythia is a splash of yellow and the silhouette’s of tree show the leaves that are ready to unfurl any day now. Walking through town, I see yards with the gorgeous magnolia tree. It’s covered with white blossoms that make it easy to believe that there are dryads in these parts.
The grass is bright green. And one just feels more alive.
One day last week, the girls and I spent the entire morning outside. We browsed a neighbor’s moving sale and scored some sweet deals and had some lovely conversation. I got to have a peek at the inside of a house that could tell decades of stories. I bought a vintage globe amongst other things and it makes me so happy every time I see it. I brought our treasures home and then we continued on to the playground.
I said yes to bringing the baby dolls and that made my little girls so happy. I brought scones for mid-morning noshing and we played follow-the-leader on the wooden borders of the playground.
The girls climbed on the structure and went on the swings and I played with the camera. And we all felt alive. They held hands and walked the full length of the field together. I listened to the birdsong and savoured the simple beauty. We went on a treasure hunt for the daffodils and I let them bring sticks home. We peeled the bark off and felt the smooth branch underneath the scaly bark.
A friend asked me how I keep being Breanne, keep being a person while also being a mom and a wife and a home manager. I kind of stammered out an answer to her that night over my chai latte. Sometimes the lines all get blurred and I don’t feel very much like a person. And that’s when I need to be deliberate and build those things into my life that make me feel alive.
But a few days after our conversation and my pondering over it, I realized that I do keep being a person and here is some of what I do.
I take the ‘big’ camera to the park and play with it. I take pictures of the girls but I also crawl under branches and lie on the dewy grass in an effort to capture what I see.
I let the girls be by themselves and seize the quiet moments when they are playing by themselves. Those are my little snippets of introvert re-charge time.
I try to do one happy thing each day, creating or doing something with the girls that makes me feel alive. I constantly have a book on the go, when the stack beside my bed is empty, I get antsy.
I know that this is a season, it’s a full-on, hit the ground running from the first noises that come from the girls’ room. It’s exhausting, intense, and exhilarating. I feel alive when I throw myself into it. I feel myself when I let them be themselves. When I stop and stare into their eyes and see them as the little people that they are.
How do you keep being you with all the other life responsibilities you have? What do you do to re-charge?