If you’ve seen my last post, you’d know that we’ve recently been on a short holiday! It was lovely, holidays are fantastic. But so is being home.
As we planned our jaunt, we had several goals: see family, enjoy time together, and be slow. Not slow like a sloth or being lazy, but slow as in intentional; intentionally taking our time, intentionally choosing activities to reduce stress, intentionally not filling every hour with busy-ness, and intentionally valuing our time.
We chose to fly, to maximise our time at our destination rather than travelling. We chose stay in a caravan park outside of the main town, where we still needed to walk everywhere. We chose not to plan every day to the hour, but instead set out each morning, mostly with no strict deadline to get into town; allowing us to take the scenic route, chat to fellow whale-watchers, and stop to feed our baby when he needed it.
We walked upwards of 5km most days, mostly with a baby wrapped in close. This forced me to practice wrapping with my new woven wrap, and forced us to take things even slower. Intentionally. We also brought the pram, which limited our adventures, sure, to boardwalks without multitudes of stairs, but allowed us the freedom to carry lunch with us, and stop wherever we fancied.
We intentionally spent time in nature, as a family. Soaking in the sun, breathing in the rainforest air, the sea mist, and listening to the sounds of the bush.
Of course, we also spent time in the tourist hub of my hometown; marvelling at the variety of tourists, locals, and the inbetweeners. Watching families play in the park, teenagers perfect their skateboard skills, and seniors walking hand-in-hand along the sand.
Where we made plans, we also cancelled plans. A day spent looking forward to the observatory ended back in the cabin with a much needed early night for our bub, and a tub of ice-cream for us. We could hardly be disappointed… There’s something natural and fulfilling about listening to the needs of the most vulnerable in the group. We wanted to stargaze, he wanted the security and comfort of bed and deep sleep.
And so, we arrived home a little less stressed, and a little more calm. We also arrived home to a renewed sense of home and contentment. Jonah returned to work less anxious than the week before, and I jumped back into life in our new home with a deep appreciation of our routine. Playgroup, mums and bubs group, kangatraining, market day, church day, and of course, the fulfilling cyclic nature of nappy washing.
Our routine, while not sorely missed as we were away, was waiting for us with arms wide open, but willing to change, and willing to slow. We appreciate that our routine can hinder spontaneity, and can make life seem like a rut. But it can also give us the space and security we need to lift up our eyes and wonder; to marvel at the mundane, and to create in familiar spaces.
A deep sense of peace overcame us both as we cuddled in bed, on the cusp of our last day of holiday, and the first day back in our routine. We pondered how great it felt to be back at home, and reminded ourselves that we’ll be off again in less than a fortnight. There we were, the three of us, together after an adventure, eager to take on the next adventure…after some necessary routine.