The other morning, on the way to taking C to work, we passed by a huge pile of leaves. It was deep, and you couldn't tell where the curb ended because you just sank in the leaves. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting to face anyone in public that morning in my baggy sweats and fuzzy red slippers, but I couldn't pass it up. Especially when I feel like I'm not taking enough time to slow down. A bit ago, I read one mom's story about how she was always in a hurry, and how she felt like she needed to slow down for her children. Whenever we leave the house, S yells, "Hurry! Hurry! Faster faster!" At first, I thought it was just a cute and funny thing she did. But then I realized that hello! I must be telling her to hurry faster. I don't want my kids to feel life is just rushing all the time. Luckily, my kids are teaching me every day to appreciate the tiny things.
And speaking of going fast....this girl is a total backseat driver. Sigh. This is what our car rides usually sound like:
S: Go, Mama. Go!
Me: Okay, S. I'm going, I'm going.
S: Faster! Go! Go! Cars! Mas (more) cars! WAIT CARS!! WAIT! STOPPPP! WAIT!
Me: Let's count the cars, okay? One...two...
S: ...three...four. Oh, no! Cars! Wait! Mama. GO! GO! GO!
M: S, I can't go! The light is rojo. See?
S: (very dramatically) Oh, no! I can't go!
I'm not even exaggerating.
And, if there are school buses around? Forget it. Same conversation, only with five or six bonus, "COOOOOOL BUSSS! WAIT cool BUS!" added in there.
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