A few weeks ago our family took a hike together on a lovely Sunday afternoon. Garin slept peacefully in his fancy mei tai baby carrier, while the rest of the children ran up and down the trail searching for animal tracks and wild violets and unique rocks.
Along the path I began to notice wild onions. I told Ty about them and he bent over and pulled a bunch from the soft earth. He called the children over to take a look and smell the pungent odor and next thing I knew, we had a horde of children scavenging for these little yummy jewels!
It was at that moment I remembered.
I remembered who I used to be. I remembered a younger version of myself learning to live off the land, cook meals from scratch, search out the simple things in life.
And I smiled.
I smiled because that memory is precious to me. I smiled because I often long for those days once again.
Then I had moment of clarity.
Why must that life be a MEMORY? What happened to that young mother? Where did she lose her way and start making everything complicated and overwhelming.
I began to trace pieces of my former self along the chronology of my married life. My happiest years were spent living life simply. Every morning, I arose to sit on my front porch and read my Bible. I taught school to one child as I held his younger sister in my arms. I spent my afternoons and evenings among nature and friends. Sundays were truly a day of rest and the garden was full of yummy treats.
My pace was slower and my mind was less cluttered.
And I can tell you precisely where and when my world began to speed up and my steps began to falter, and I have made great strides toward regaining that former life (the jelly, the garden), but sometimes I lack the inspiration.
A while ago, I mentioned on my facebook page my new love of old homemaking books. Truth be told, this isn’t a NEW love at all, but an old one rekindled. Recently, I purchased The American Frugal Housewife and A Garden Supper Tonight at our local historical museum.
Talk about inspiration!
Sometimes as homemakers, we need inspiration to keep going forward…or to go back to our roots. For me, it started with wild onions picked by my family on a Sunday afternoon and served up on Monday for lunch (cut up as you would green onions and added into our ground beef). Ahhh! It’s good to be back!
What or who inspires you to keep going as a homemaker? How can you be an encouragement to others?