I’m always rushing my daughter, Maddie. (come on, maddie, out the door. let’s go, maddie, get your shoes. ok, maddie, flush and wash. hurry up, maddie, time to go. move it, sister, we gotta go!)
I’m trying to so hard to stop rushing the poor thing all the time.
This morning, we didn’t rush. We talked about how Maddie ‘yikes’ wearing ‘geen’ for ‘Patrick Day’. We talked about how to wake up her baby sister in a quieter, gentler way. We talked about the Knot Fairy who comes at night and messes up Maddie’s hair. We cried (again) over the butterfly balloon from yesterday’s party that popped a wing. We practiced putting on our own shoes. We laughed at Katie who was eating the shoes. And when we walked outside and saw wet sidewalks and no snow, we gasped and talked about where all the snow went. And we lamented the death of our dear Frosty.
I was late for work today. It was so worth it.