The other day when we were leaving the beach, the kids didn’t want to get in the car. I was like, “ok whatever, run around the grass” while I put the snacks and towels and shovels away.
I always had my eye on them but of course they thought they were being sneaky when they went to hide behind a tree. I was like “oh guys, we’re leaving! I’m waaaaiting!”
Silence. Those stinkers were still hiding.
So then I was like, whatever! And threw all the crap back in the car, locked it again and headed out toward the grass. I have to remind myself that we don’t always have to rush home, or to the next thing, or even it to make dinner “on time”.
As I jumped behind the tree to scare them, I realized they were … inside the tree. Because this tree was like some crazy thrown/cave/tree with multiple trunks reaching toward one huge leafy canopy. The kids were giggling and showed me their new fort. We crawled around it, weaved between the trunks and sat in its arches, pretending that THIS was our new house.
The sun showed through the leaves and down into the kids’ little smiling faces and that tree was our whole world for that last hour. I’m really glad we didn’t miss all that to rush home.