• I'd Walk for Hours if I Could: Confessions of an Introverted Nature-Loving Mama



    On a side note (before I even start), it's still weird to call myself a mom, mama, etc. even 8 months into this gig. I still see myself as just a nature-loving girl who fantasizes about hiking the Appalachian Trail, or on a less stoic vein, maybe something along the lines of riding a bike through a lavender field in Provence. What I am trying to say is that I now get that mom figures weren't just born moms who love folding laundry and washing bottles. Nope. Moms are people too, as it turns out.

    So, first confession: As an introverted, nature-loving person, I sort of live for my daily midday walk with my little bubster. He gets to take a mini-siesta in his shaded stroller and I get a few minutes out in the sunshine and fresh air. Your basic win win. And if I'm really lucky I can turn off the endless stock market ticker of the tasks in my brain that I need to accomplish before the day's end and actually enjoy the sight of the tall oaks waving and casting a kaleidoscope of shadows on the pavement. Yes, I'd walk for hours if I could. But, alas, that midday walk usually only lasts about an hour.



    Some days when I really feel like cheating the system I go for two walks. Today was such a day. I was just going to take a little trip to the mailbox and back - ten minutes tops. There was nothing in the mailbox, however; so, rather than walk back empty-handed I turned the outing into Daily Walk Part Deux. Bub is luckily such an easygoing travel companion, I can totally get away with change of plans and he's still happy as a clam, just as long as he has a good view of the scenery. Chip off the old block.

    As I turned his stroller westbound rather than heading home, I saw the most lovely mid-summer's scene and the very thing I only hope I see in my dreams in the dead of winter: beautiful sun-setting rays filtering through a fully verdant tree on a mild evening. Something about it reminded me of my childhood - bare feet on the grass and a green freezer pop in hand (we all know green was the best, come on). And I was filled with love once again for this beautiful treeous city in the South in which I've gotten to live for 5 years now. Here, it feels like home.

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    1. YES and a thousand times yes. Up here I have a membership to a nearby botanic garden (I'm always posting pictures from it); it's my church, my sanctuary, my restoration, my peace. While I ostensibly go for a) the exercise and b) the pictures, many times I'll stop in the middle of a trail and close my eyes. Listen. Hear the wind as it sings to the leaves. Hear the call and response of the birds. And just as important is what I DON'T hear; traffic, cars, construction, people - just the woods. Like you, I wish I could stay for hours.

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      1. What a beautiful comment. I just loved reading these words! How important it is, as you said, to not just look, but to stop and breathe in natural beauty. Lovely!

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