When I injured my foot last September, Bryan took over the job of driving the boys to the bus stop each morning. I gladly let him continue this service during the months of ice and snow. When the weather started warming up, I told Bryan that I would reclaim the morning bus stop responsibility, as long as he stayed so that I could leave the girls at home and walk with just the boys.
Every morning I walk (or run, depending on what time we exit the house) the three or four minute trek to the bus stop. I hold Cooper's hand and often put my other hand on Peter's shoulder. It's a nice chance to just listen to one another.
Then, after they have successfully made it on the bus and departed for school, I walk back home. I made a rule for myself that I can't read my phone as I walk. Instead I focus on the sounds of the birds and the beauty of the trees and flowers. I breathe in the clean fresh air and I often pray as I make my way home.
I'm sure I look a touch silly, smiling at the trees as I walk, but I don't mind. That short time for meditation and calm helps me throughout the rest of my day.
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