A few weekends ago, my 13-year-old asked if we could go on a walk.
I was tired. I had mountains of laundry to do and piles of papers to sort and organize for the upcoming week.
I said yes.
We had the best 45 minutes of the week together.
We put our phones away in our pockets (they were still counting steps!). We talked about things that happened during the week. There was no electronic interference or other people interrupting.
It was wonderful.
We did it again the next day with his brother. We found lichen-covered boulders and wild roses, and we counted rings in a tree that had fallen near the trail.
We don’t always have time on a weekday to take a walk. However, every weekend since that first walk, we’ve taken 45 minutes to just be together on a trail and not worry about anything except being together as a family.