Life must be lived. The words scribbled in French on the railing looking out at the lake.
It was the final Saturday of summer break, four days before T’s second grade journey began.
We were at beautiful Presqu’ile Provincial Park, located a little over an hour from the City.
We left the day before, right after work. We began T’s summer with camping and we were ending nine weeks of happy memories doing the same.
We stumbled upon Presqu’ile in 2020 during a detour home and I’m glad we came back to take more time to explore it.
We arrived after sunset and it was our first time setting up our tent in the dark.
T was awesome and helped hold the flashlight so we could set up. Afterwards, we started a fire and roasted marshmallows and looked up at stars.
We got up early and enjoyed two morning hikes, starting with Marsh Boardwalk Trail.
I am a sucker for boardwalks, especially with overgrown plants on both sides.
It was sunny and warm but not scorching.
The walk was calming and my mind went into autopilot and felt clear and light.
I loved watching T explore and get curious at the different plants and bugs at the marsh.
We admired the beautiful flowers that grew in the muddy waters. There’s a metaphor about life somewhere in this moment.
T enjoyed having the vast space to run around in, to explore and to climb.
We did a second shorter hike to the Lighthouse before lunch.
I love how nature playfully creates experiences, like these trees creating a whimsical walkway…
… that reveals something awesome beyond it.
It was around the corner from this Lighthouse that I found the words of wisdom scribbled on the railing looking out to the scenic lake.
“La Vie Il Faut La Vivre.”
I asked the hubby, who is fluent in French, to translate.
Life must be lived.
I thought about these words throughout the day.
After lunch, we swam at the nice sandy beach.
The water was refreshing and we soaked up the moment, because we knew these days are dwindling away as we near autumn.
T is at an age now where we could leave him unsupervised to play on his own on the beach – digging up and throwing sand to his heart’s content – while we stayed in the water.
After two hours, we headed back to camp and packed up for home.
To T’s disappointment, we decided to leave a day early, because rain was expected at night and into Sunday. It’s never fun packing up in the rain.
When we got home, the rain started. We quickly unloaded everything from the car into the house.
T helped carry many of the items inside. We smiled and praised him for his good teamwork.
It was a wonderful way to end summer break with our curious, adventurous and up-for-anything boy.
This summer flew by and I’m thankful for all our memories. Yes, there were many meltdowns and challenging moments that made us want to poke our eyes out.
Coming out of the 2.5 years of the pandemic – and other challenges – has changed my perspective on life and on parenting a neurodiverse child.
Life will always be filled with ups and downs, but we’ve got one life to live and it flies by so quickly.
La vie il faut la vivre.