The other day we had some cousins come over to play. The day was beautiful and so very warm. We couldn’t bear the thought of being indoors for too long. So out for a hike we went.
And…we forgot our camera’s!
We were too far to go back and so we were faced with this surprisingly aching choice: Do we go back or enjoy the moment?
I realize that sounds silly. Of course the answer should be to enjoy the moment. And we did. We enjoyed the sun and fresh air. We enjoyed the chatter of little voices over new discoveries and earthly treasures. We enjoyed sweet mama talk. That fellowship is so amazingly precious.
We got to see things and hear things we have never seen or heard before. Did you know a flock…I think they are a flock (?) of ducks flying down on the water sound very much like a car of which its muffler is missing? Or, did you know that a Tadpoles mouth is a bit more like a fish’s than a frogs? Discoveries I tell you!
Perfect. Precious. Unforgettable.
Before we knew it our short walk had lasted the morning and we headed back. Promising the very un-ready mob we were wrangling we could return after lunch.
But before I go on, let me ask you; What do you think when you see all these images?
Ah, I knew you were smart! We forgot our camera’s right?!
In all honesty I was surprised at how bothered I was that I did not have a resource to record our morning adventure. Why else would a normally sane mother readily volunteer to skip the two-year-olds nap in the name of a second two-mile trek? Yes, I wanted those pictures, those memories to be preserved. As if the memory in my own mind was not enough.
We did make the journey home and ate a wonderful filling lunch which my talented and generous cousin prepared (Seriously Kelly is an amazing cook.)
We had to do some real soul-searching about daring to do it again. Because though it was an amazing morning, there was a little bit of reality to deal with.
Like the reality that packing a baby on my the front of my body for two miles does take its toll on me. The reality that a certain little girl who very much needs her nap would have to miss it. The fact that one boy loves the hike and had great plans and the other had quite had his fill. And…. That our guests had their own reality, similar in many ways to ours, yet totally unique to them.
In the end the pull of the warm day and the majority of eager voices sent us on our way. Along with the promise that some of the youngest could ride in the wagon part way. Not to mention the thought that this time we could capture a bit of our adventure.
And off we set again.
We got the pictures, but there was a little less magic in the moment.
We made the journey, but with a little less thrill.
We made it home, exhausted, less patient (me) and ready to call it a day.
Still, through it all I learned something. I learned that I still have some growing to do. I need to grow in patience, yes, even more. I need to keep working on living that life of quality and simplicity that I so often talk about. I learned that the moment does etch itself on the heart and camera or not we will still have so many memories.
I was also reminded that Life – that is, the living it part – is precious and is meant to be lived in the moment given to us. Not in the pictures left behind.