It’s funny. Each time I come to share about our family rhythm, it is when it is changing. Maybe this makes sense, coming from a place of reflection.
Over the past six or so months, we had happily settled into a nurturing rhythm that held us through our days.
We started our weeks with our parent-led Waldorf inspired playgroup. And I am so thankful to have this as the start to our weeks, because it helps me set my parenting intentions for the week ahead (more on that another day *grin*).
We flowed through to Tuesdays. A day when a sweet little friend joined us to play. We baked, we read, we sang and most of all they played.
And on Wednesdays we danced. Oh the joy to watch her dance. To see her joy and happiness as she twirled, pointed her toes and collected snowflakes from the air. And our dancing was followed by visits to a sweet bakery ~ lovely happy days. For a few, we even journeyed by bus ~ what fun adventures!
Thursdays to market, to market we went. Choosing fresh fruit and vegetables. Visiting the bakery, the butcher ~ all that was missing was the candlestick maker *wink*
And Fridays. Oh Fridays. Our day to catch our breath. To garden, to play… to rest.
Then our family weekends. Projects around the house and garden, family movie night and board games *smile*
Now we shift. And our days change, as we find and settle into our new rhythm. A rhythm that includes me working more while still striving for balance.
Some days I have left incomplete as yet, allowing space for them to become what they will.