Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 13- Nature as a healer

Day 13, the healer

In a world where being busy with extracurricular activities and organized sports is considered a norm, my husband and I did not feel compelled to follow those.

Our children were not involved in any sports. They had dabbled at a few sports here and there, but we realized early on that sports was not going to be our thing. I myself was never athletic and didn't see any point in hauling the twins everywhere for that sport the first born was not even interested in. I came to that conclusion after signing up the first born for soccer through our local park and rec department, I did drag everyone there three times a week for a season or two before realizing the reality.

The younger ones tried their hand at tennis for a couple of years and gave up. So much for playing any sports.

But that meant while everyone else was busy running around, our evenings and weekends were free. When they were little, I often took them to a playground or a park near us. When they were a little older and especially during the pandemic, we went on many hikes, to nearby parks; parks in our state. They were not just a form of physical exercise (it was important), but it was our way of decompression, connecting with nature (which was even more important). Nature’s beauty was our solace. And that is why, in my eyes, America was always great for it is blessed by abundance of green space, with all kinds of parks . America's national parks are some of the most beautiful places I have been to.

So, this post is not to undermine all those who are following the path of being busy and doing what is best for their family, it is to recognize those of us who have embraced a different path, that of finding joy in the little things. It is absolutely ok. The children have learnt to appreciate the same.

“Nature has had the power to heal. By slowing down and letting yourself notice the smell, sound, and feel of nature, you become present, aware, and often experience less stress. You become unbusy.” Lettie Stratton. I love this quote.

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