In January I wrote about a new part of my day, my morning walk. It seems like such a little thing, these twenty minutes or so outside by myself. I'm not covering any great distance, only walking down the road or perhaps to the creek and back, but it lightens my mood, gives me more patience, and vastly helps me to tackle the challenges of the day with good, or at least better, humor than I would have otherwise. Even in the few months I've been doing this, it has created deep and beneficial change in myself and my children.
My observations spill into my family as I bring home news of my sightings. Sometimes my children will say, "oh, Mom, we noticed the western buttercups blooming below the house days ago!" and sometimes I'm able to share something they haven't yet noticed. Because of my sharing, they have been much more observant when they are playing outside, as well as more forthcoming in sharing their finds with me and with each other.
I also find that my walks help me to be in a better frame of mind for our morning time. Rather than rushing through the breakfast clean-up and dressing the young ones or waiting impatiently for my older children to finish up so we can get going on our morning, I come back in invigorated, cheerful, and filled with a peaceful readiness to take on what the day holds.