It was a grey overcast day and my little man and I were enjoying playing outside together, relieved to finally have some respite from the bright hot summer sun. My little man was having a wonderful time exploring the back yard, playing on his slide and chasing our dog. Watching him play, I could feel the humidity intensify. What had started as a cool breeze soon became a hot wind. Looking up I could see dark rain clouds approaching and knew our time outside would be cut short.
Watching my little man racing around the backyard, his delight at the freedom of being outside was obvious. His eyes were bright with excitement, a smile plastered across his face and his little legs were struggling to keep up with him. All too quickly, the clouds rolled in, and slowly but surely the heavens opened and released the rain.
Immediately I started to make my way towards my little man, bracing myself for the battle to bring him inside. This is what I thought I should be doing, what was expected of me as a Mum. I paused for a moment as I watched him turn his face to the sky and he held out his arms, palms open to feel the rain on his skin. I watched as he proudly turned to me and exclaimed “It’s raining Mum!” before again turning his face to the sky.
As the rain began to fall harder, I was conflicted. The urge to bring him inside was strong, however as I watched my little man dancing in the rain with delight, I pushed this thought aside. Instead, I joined him and with outstretched arms and we danced together in the rain. I gathered him in my arms, both of us laughing as the rain continued to fall. We both looked up to the sky, cold wet raindrops running down our face. After one final dance together, we made our way inside. We dried ourselves off, cuddled together and sat by the window and watched the rain continue to fall.
As parents, we can often feel trapped by both the expectations of others and ourselves. I know many people would have expected me to have bought our little man inside when it began to rain. Some may even think it was irresponsible to let him continue to play outside and get wet. However by letting go of these expectations, it allowed a special moment to occur. For a short time it allowed me to indulge and share the sheer joy of being a child again. Instead of thinking about why we shouldn’t be doing this, I simply soaked up the moment, danced and laughed along with my little man.
Now I challenge you, over the next week let go of one expectation and live in the moment. I’d love to hear your all about your experience.
Linking up for the first time with Always Joesfa for Conversations over Coffee – word prompt expectation