Just having children is so far the biggest adventure I’ve ever been on. Like every good adventure there have been highs and lows, excitement, happiness, fear, moments when I’ve felt I couldn’t go on, and an overwhelming sense of fulfilment and joy.
Even when still pregnant, my feet were itching to go and climb a mountain. Unable to do much, I learnt to be content with a slower pace of life, knowing that it was only for a short time. Once the babies were here, and the memories of a physically difficult pregnancy were rapidly fading, being replaced by sleepless nights and raging hormones, my new found patience was being tested once again. Relieved of several stones of baby weight, my energy returned and I was raring to go! There was only one problem (well, two in fact). Newborn babies don’t have many needs, but they do need to feed. A lot. And when there are two of them breastfeeding at least every 3 hours, for 45 minutes at a time each, there isn’t a lot of time left for doing much else. The babies came first and it dawned on me that life really was very different now – the days of flinging a bottle of water and a map in a bag and setting off on a day-long hike were on hold for the foreseeable future.
So, instead, I began to focus on what I could do. We live close to the sea and I made it my mission to go for a walk every day. Baby steps! I found these small outings, far from being boring in comparison to what I was used to, were enhanced by having my two babies with me. Asleep in their carrier on my chest or in their pram, oblivious to me chattering away to them, pointing out a seagull, the waves, explaining how the tides worked, oh look there’s a crab.. The slower pace made me appreciate everything so much more and magnified every experience. It is so much easier to be pleased when you become fascinated by the minor details, and see the wonder in everything around. We began to have our own little adventures every day, growing braver with each successful outing.