Strawberries at the Farmer’s Market


There will be plenty of seasons where weekends mean spring cleaning, errand running, organizing, preparing, and taking care of household business. But these days of little ones, it is a season of slow and present weekends. Moments spent outside watching them discover the new life that has sprung from the depths of winter. Tripping over messes that trend towards chaos, always. Places that heighten their senses and fill them with curiosity like trips to the farmers market, the forest preserve, and the playground on repeat. It means doing everything as a family because the days when they want to go their own way will come too soon. This season is full of putting my reflexive type-A conditioning on the back burner, because I have spent 30 years of my life dreaming of this and I don’t want to miss one fleeting, sun-kissed, strawberry-juice-dripping-down-their-chin lick of it. Because it only lasts a short season and I want to soak the moments in so deeply that they change me in the very best way. #motherhoodmusings #sweetsummertime #dontblink

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