I’m officially through with this rain. Living on a damp little island, getting even damper with the constant barrage of rain, mist and drizzle plays havoc with our outdoor adventures.
I have a son who is desperate to get out and live life to the full, who wants to grab every experience by the horns and lick, touch and stamp on any new thing he sees. But when we’re cut short by unexpected wet socks or sleeves from yet another puddle jumping session, we can’t help but get excited at the prospect of a clear and bright sunny day.
And luckily there was a brief break in the mizzle so we headed to the beach and toddled to our hearts content.
The beach is so peaceful right now, resting before the influx of visitors to my little corner of Devon. So the toddler, the dog and I parked up the Mountain Buggy and armed with a brand new set of Trunki reins, we explored every nook and cranny the pebbles and beach huts had to offer.
I’m always mindful that there’s always some serious firsts going on for my boy, today was the joy at dropping pebbles into the little puddles dotted along the walk way black mats.
And that was it, my light bulb moment! My positive in a speck of negativity. As without the rain, there’d be no puddle!
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth