If you read my two earlier posts, you can see I’ve been wrestling with some things that totally aggravate me. But I need to switch gears—it’s Christmas, after all!
So here’s a quick thought:
Yesterday I found myself doing something I hadn’t done in who knows how long: I walked through a couple of familiar haunts without a child with me. As I strolled through the hallways at my kids’ school and then later as I, well, probably strutted through a department store on my way to meet a friend for lunch, I was struck by how much like myself I felt. I was back to my “old” walk—from before these days when I’m either pushing a stroller, hoisting a baby, and whipping my head around to make sure potential molesters are held at bay and I have everyone safely in tow.
I felt so free. As much as I love walking with my kids and experiencing the world with them by my side, it’s amazing how rejuvenating it was to simply walk by myself, as myself. I’ve got to do that more often.
When was the last time you walked “free”? How did it feel? How does it compare to walking as a mom?
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