I Don’t Have Time
I read this great article this morning on how a mom learned not to hurry her daughter and to just enjoy her laid back adorableness. It really made me think about how I interact with my own daughter. I am definitly guilty of trying to hurry her up (even when it was probably my fault we are running late…) but I think the biggest thing I need to work on is saying, “I don’t have time for that.”
I don’t have time to play with your ponies.
I don’t have time to pretend I’m a monster.
I don’t have time to sit and watch you put together a puzzle.
I don’t have time to go outside and play with you.
You know why I don’t have time? Facebook, email, TV, reading my own books, talking with my husband, working on client work, and so on.
Sure, some of my reasons for being busy are good ones, like researching homeschool curriculum or cleaning the house so that we don’t become those people on Horders.
The problem is that most of my reasons are bull shit. I forget that just because we’re in the same house as each other all day it doesn’t mean that we are enjoying each other or having any quality time together.
I’ve really been working on this but it still makes me tear up thinking about all the times I don’t have time for the girly to just be herself.
I love that being at home with her, and now homeschooling her, has been able to give us some “quality time” instead of just being in the same room as each other.
I love that when I vacuum she wants to help and I let her, even though it’s painful to watch her go at a snails pace.
I love that anywhere I go in the house she has to follow me, because she just wants to be with me.
I love that school time is “our time” and I can show her how much I love her by being patient while she tries to make the perfect “4″.
I love that I can sit with her outside and talk about our day even though there is a dinner to be made.
I love that being in the car has become my favorite part of the day because it’s uninterrupted me and girly time – singing, laughing, learning time.
Making the time for her could never be a disappointment for her or a bad decision on my part. The next time she wants to play monster with her, even if it’s just for 15 minutes, I am going to be the best monster I can be.
I will always have time to be her mom.