After the sunshine, the running around, the splash pool, the zip slide, the friends and the picnics come the quiet moments.
we’ve been out and about a lot these past few days, making the most of every inch of sunshine, just in case it turns out to be the only summer we get, and it’s been glorious. But then there comes a moment when we’ve eaten all the food, and everyone is just a little bit hot and on the verge of being fractious and no matter how many errands we’re supposed to be running, or chores I’m supposed to be getting done, the only thing we really really need to do is to come home, open all the windows to let the breeze start to cool the house, and decamp to the garden.
The girls will sit on a quilt, or snuggle next to each other on their monkey swing seat and have a drink and maybe a little something biscuity for their tea, and I’ll try to remember to have a drink myself (I’m completely terrible at drinking enough water) and we’ll read a story or Kitty will chatter about our day and very very occasionally I’ll even get a chance to do a little knitting.
It never lasts too long; after a little while their energy levels bounce back up again and they’re off, making pavement chalk puddles in the grass, trying to go down the slide back-to-front and upside down, and, naturally, deciding that the easiest way to share their new car is to both squeeze in at once!
It’s a little moment in our days, but somehow for that moment it feels like we have all the time in the world, everything else falls away and I get to just be with my children. It’s incredibly ordinary, but there are days when I don’t get to be there for that moment, and the girls aren’t necessarily together either so I think that makes it definitely worth treasuring.