This picture brings up so much emotion for this Modern Nomad Mom. I wonder if she will remember these experiences when she is older. Seven is pretty young, but I can remember a lot of things from when I was seven. I remember sitting in a giant mud puddle with my brother in front of our house that formed in the ruts created by my father's pick-up truck. That mud puddle could have just as easily been the Pacific Ocean for the fun, excitement and pure joy that it put in the hearts of two little kids on a summer night. I can remember riding my bike to the local diner to buy penny candy with a quarter that my mom gave us and sharing that candy with the rat pack of kids on the street.
I wonder if my littlest nomad will remember that she stood at the edge of awesomeness, and let peace fill her little soul. When she is older and feels overwhelmed by life, I wonder if she will remember that a simple trip to a quiet place in nature can make that overwhelmed feeling slip away. I hope that she remembers that sitting quietly in a beautiful place is free. I hope she remembers to turn off the tech gadgets that inevitably will surround her as an adult, take the hand of a friend, spouse or child...and to just go...
I hope she takes the refreshing calm that washes over her back and uses that refreshed spirit to tackle any problem that comes her way.
Have a peaceful Wednesday my friends, and don't forget spend some time outside today.