Walk With Us
We walk at least once a day–the recent rain has not deterred us. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings, we cross one of the adjacent arterials and walk in the quiet neighborhoods that border ours. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, our late afternoon walks take us up our closest quiet north-south street.
Last fall, I got so bored with this street. I felt trapped in this ten block radius of my house, and chafed against the sameness of the landscape.
Now that the babies are older and more observant, I love our walks. They find something interesting on almost every block, and we can take as long or as short a time as we want. Theresa notices pinecones and leaves and the birds on the telephone wires. Audrey notices dogs and bikes and trucks. Jamie notices trees.
One of the gifts I have discovered in this temporary stay-at-home mom gig is presence. I am bound to someone else’s schedule, and I check my watch frequently (when do they need to eat? when do we need to be home for nap?). Still, I rush far less than I used to as an adult. When I was teaching full time, I felt like I was always multi-tasking, trying to cram several to-do items into one time span.
On our walks, or playing in our front room or at the park, I can only do one thing: focus on the babies and our surroundings, helping them interpret the world around them. They are increasingly imitating our speech, trying to say our words. Jamie was trying to say “chalkboard” today, and Audrey says “church” and “truck” and “jacket” and a myriad other words. Theresa says “mo” for “more,” which is adorable.
Anyway, I mean that I love our walks now. I love being present with them and spending a few minutes watching crows. I love meeting everyone in our neighborhood who walks with dogs. I love the little landmarks. Come for a walk with us.