Yesterday I felt tired, like my limbs carried around bricks tied to them and my thoughts trudged through quick sand. I didn't get a lot done: the dishes, another event booked. The list of things not done includes sorting clothes, doing laundry, sorting toys, cleaning toilets and floors.
But I did hesitate.
I held Noah while he was throwing a temper, I lay down on the floor next to him and tried to soothe him, not angry or frustrated. I understand; sometimes I want to throw a tantrum too. I took the time to stop doing the dishes to discipline him as he attempted to pull out glass dishes from the cupboard. I kissed on Emily and hugged her and informed her again and again I was the Queen when she called me her Prince. I carried Noah through the grocery store, feeling the warmth of his body in the icecream aisle. I helped Emily transform into a fairy. I watched Kayli's eyes light up as I told her she could help me at the festival next Saturday, that maybe she could read stories to kids for me. I helped Jadyn find the perfect notebook to go with her waitress costume. I wiped her shoes off and helped her tie them, without hearing the usual whispers (or screams) to hurry! hurry! hurry! I noticed one of her earings was missing. I helped her skip count 25 starting at 500 and stopping at 600 and then challenged her to go past 600, triumphing with her that she could do it.
And I feel triumphant.
And I think I will begin eliminating the word "hurry" from my vocabulary.
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