My favorite part was the marshmallows. Sitting beside the campfire with cold, dirty hands and face, I was warmed. It was where I wanted to be. It seemed to draw a crowd. We all wanted to be huddled around the fire, feeling the warmth and atmosphere it created.


Some days come to me and I my energy cannot be found. Responsibilities haven't changed, my kids still have their needs, yet I have not much to offer.


My list can wait. I can sit. This somehow seems to put priorities into place, as what energy I have is not waisted on what doesn't matter. What does matter, however, gathers around me with cold, dirty faces. They are warmed. 


As mom's, we mustn't fall into the trap of believing that accomplishing our duties is what benefits our family the most. Sitting still, being available, and creating an atmosphere for conversations and quiet can be what is remembered most. 


Just being with my kids is where I want to be, and it will build a bond with them and memories that will end up warming me on any cold night that might come.