We’ve spent the week away, my boys and me. Inhaling fresh mountain air, and exhaling slowly. We’ve slept deeply, played hard, and loved well.
We need this time, just the four of us. We need time, all five of us, too. But respite is a real thing, and we have been thankful for the friends who have kept Grace and given her a full week-long sleepover, so we could renew our spirits.
Daniel and I have spent our evenings in long conversations, and relaxing with Netflix, or working on little projects we don’t have time to when the concerns of home fill our mind. This trip has been so sweet for us.
Yesterday we hiked the easy trail to Triple Falls, in Dupont State Forest. The boys were groggy from naps when we arrived, but quickly bounced awake when they discovered all the adventure to be had. Daniel and I bit our lips as they boldly jumped from boulder to boulder – even cautious Ralphie warming up, and declaring “I am bein’ so brave!” Simon picked out the largest rocks, and quicky determined the path to get there. He is so agile and sure of his footing.
I pondered the balance between worry and care – not hovering in worry to thwart their confidence and spirit, but not neglecting to carefully instruct them in safety. Standing back just far enough to let them leap, but just close enough to catch if they lost their footing. And sometimes, letting them make a mistake, learning how to do better the next time.
This spot is becoming precious to me, and as we hiked back to the car I told the boys we could come back again next year. They enthusiastically agreed.