The Calm

In my last post I talked about my worry of doing an injustice to my children for raising them in such small quarters. (I know, it sounds ridiculous even as I type it.) Even though I am a “practicing agnostic”, I believe the Universe has strange ways of bringing us back to the basics, making us view things in their simplest form; reaffirming where we stand and reminding us of the things in life that bring us pure, unpurchased, wholehearted happiness. Which brings us to last nights camping adventure.

It was a last-minute decision to head to one of our lovely provincial parks. We got there late, ate a quick dinner, set up camp, appeased the kids with a quick fire and s’mores, and packed it in early as we planned on spending the next day at a Birding Festival the park had set up. In bed by 10pm, and knocked out cold by the fresh air and complete silence shortly after. Then, the storm started.

I love a good rainstorm. I even talk about my love for rainstorms in my “about me”. It started out beautifully, raindrops falling around us, lulling us in and out of sleep. Then the thunder started, and the lightening, and then the wind. I counted between flashes and thunder, until there wasnt time left to count. At times it sounded like a train was coming through the woods. We got prepared to dart for our truck when a lull came in the storm, and hoped it would come quickly. It was at that time, when I was huddled with the kids, and staring at my husband, that I was reminded of the source of my happiness. It was all in that tent. At that moment, I didn’t care if my house was tiny. I didn’t care if we could afford to go on vacation this year. I didn’t question whether my son’s room was too small. I have said it before, that “home” isn’t the house you live in, it is where you’re all together. I’m thankful to Mother Nature for reminding me where my home is, and I’ll never question it again.

After the storm passed, we haphazardly packed up our gear and headed out, only to find the single road out of the area was blocked by a downed tree. One of ten downed trees we counted in the park. We didn’t realize the extent of the storm until we had left the park. Thousands without power. A tornado touched down not 10 minutes away from us.

Needless to say, there’s a heightened appreciation for Mother Nature in our household. I’d like to argue that today, at least for this little family, the calm came *after* the storm.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. ladyscott
    Jun 05, 2011 @ 15:02:00

    Hi! I saw your post on Tiny House Blog’s facebook page and just had to stop on by. I’m the Mommy of a family of 5 in a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom 880 square foot cottage! It certainly is a challenge to live so small, especially since I grew up in an 11 room farmhouse. I look forward to reading your blog. It’s nice to find someone in a similar housing (and family) situation. It’s so hard finding small house resources for growing families. It seems everything I come across is for singles, couples or couples with only 1 child. Thanks for sharing your story!

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