I was remarking yesterday, in a woman's group I am part of on Facebook, that I don't get out and about with the twins nearly as much as I should. It's not just the effort of getting 2 small children changed, dressed, fed, and loaded in to the car. It would be easy to use that as an excuse, but that's not it.
The urge to be a hermit, to hibernate, to close off, is something I've had to fight for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, going out just seems like so much effort. Maybe it's a little depression, maybe it's introversion, I just can't remember a time I didn't feel this way.
Recently though, something has began to stir within me. A desire to get out, not, perhaps to actively engage (although I think that will come, with time). I want to show our small part of the world to my children. I want them to find the joy, and the adventure, and the possibility in the everyday.
I want my children to smile at spring flowers, to laugh on swings, to make faces at new tastes, and new experiences.
I want them to live an abundant life, and that's not going to happen if I never take them anywhere. It helps, sometimes, to try and see the world through their big blue eyes - full of fun, and excitement.
So, today, I got them dressed, I packed the changing bag, and loaded them into the car. We only went to a nearby Mall, but where we went doesn't matter. What matters is that we went, and that I'm now resolved that this is just the first of many mini-adventures.