Weaving

Most mornings our bedroom door creaks open and I see no one but hear the soft pad, pad of someone's feet making their way to my side of the bed. Sleepily I open my warm duvet and arms and in crawls a little footed pajama Magnus with sleepy hair and sleepy eyes. He is quickly followed by two big kids in underpants only crashing into the space between their parents trying to find the prime location until I finally break free of it all to start the day. It is lovely and taxing depending on my tiredness level. Some days I wake up knowing I will be tired the NEXT day... Parenting young children is not for everyone. I think I most miss silence, just uninterrupted hours of quiet. It is amazing the noise and questions and thought engaging questions that can be demanded from three children aged 4-10. But I digress from my original point in writing... This weekend I honored one child's wish for a chance to be alone with Mama, weaving a basket and spending the night together in the wilds of Maine. I promised it to her on her birthday in July understanding just why she needed this quiet time, and this weekend it finally happened.
 Down the trail and through the woods...

We traveled to Koviashuvik Living Arts Camp for one blissful night away from the sweet and wild boys and man in our lives to make a basket together.

 There was plenty of time for fun when the basketmaking became Mama's chore because it was too hard to continue, the couple's little girl was the perfect distraction for her.

 We worked and worked and worked, ate good food and shared stories. It was a small group of seven adults and three teenagers, each so sweet and thoughtful in their own way.

 And back down the trail we headed Sunday morning, AnaSofia full of joy and lightly skipping in happiness. Weaving a basket, weaving in memories. Oh I so hope it will be stored in her heart for many years to come.

 Her packbasket has gone with her to school each day this week, filled to the brim with crocheting projects and whatnot, despite its large size to be in the car and on the bus. She is so proud of her accomplishment.

And those boys? They all were so happy to see us and Soren told the sweetest story of Magnus padding into our room Sunday morning and on making his way to my side of the bed, he just stopped and stared for a few seconds and said, "Where is Mama?" and after Soren's gentle reminder that I would be home that afternoon, Magnus sighed and said, "I miss Mama so much." Oh <3 br="" homecoming="" is="" so="" sweet...="">