All I wanted for Mother’s Day was to go camping.
This was my twelfth Mother’s Day. And after all these years, I know myself and my family very well. I have no need of breakfast in bed (seems silly when I wake hours before everyone else!) I don’t need to be showered with gifts (we have far too much stuff as it is). I don’t need a fancy Sunday lunch (we had our favorite New York Style pizza because it’s what we all love).
All I wanted for Mother’s Day was to be with my family, doing what we love best: camping.
Back in February, after returning from a camping trip to the Everglades, I wrote this:
LOVE camping…what I love about camping is that it strips all the extra stuff away. I don’t worry about doing laundry. I don’t worry about cleaning up. I don’t worry about checking email. I don’t put on makeup and I often don’t even bother changing clothes. When all of those little tasks are taken away, you are just left with time. Time to read, time to play, time to sleep, and time to talk. We did all of those things.
Yep, it’s all I wanted.
Camping takes all the things I love best and throws them together:
watching my kids play
simple but yummy meals
being in God’s creation
time to snuggle and read
warm fires in the cool breeze
seeing kids explore and imagine
We left after church on Sunday and stayed two nights. Staying fairly local (a state recreation area just 45 minutes from home) meant more time to play and less time to drive. It was perfect. The kids played and explored. They founds bugs and lizards and a turtle. We swam in the lake and hiked for miles. We watched a blue heron who visited a number of times. The kids got dirty, sandy, and sweaty. I couldn’t have asked for a better Mother’s Day Gift (though the dozens of post-it notes with all the reasons they love me covering our dining table on Sunday morning comes pretty close!)
I’m thankful for these twelve years of being a mama and all the joy these kids bring to my life.