Time to Stop and Smell the Daffodils
We were in a hurry this morning--like we are every other weekday morning of our lives since I started working out of the home--and I hurried my little guy along. First, rushing him down the stairs, into the car, buckled him into the car seat, holding my breath he wouldn't see Clifford on the floor of the car and want to hold him, because that would lead to crying and screaming as we arrived at school and I'd have to break the news that he can't take it with him, drive like a somewhat control mom to the day care, pull into a spot--chatting along the way to make the little guy feel like all is normal and we aren't really in a rush (but we are)-- and unbuckle and life him from the car.
Now, as of late, I have let him walk to the door. I mean, why carry a 34 lb. kid when he can walk right? This morning was no different. But this time he stopped half way to the door.
"Mom?" he looked up at me, with his new Rex dinosaur baseball hat, turned backward on his head--his eyes squinting in the bright sun.
"Yes honey?" I stop and hold back a sigh. I had a whole 4 minutes to get him into school, happy, kisses, hugs, and off to work to see my boss--who normally isn't in this office, but is today.
"Sniff flowers?" He points to the newly bloomed daffodils in the flower bed surrounding the doorway. He leans forward, ever so careful not to fall forward and sniffs. Loud and funny like a toddler would do--to make sure I hear the sniffs. "Flowers smell good Mom."
He smiles. I smile. And he continues walking to the school door and waves good bye to the flowers.
Now, as of late, I have let him walk to the door. I mean, why carry a 34 lb. kid when he can walk right? This morning was no different. But this time he stopped half way to the door.
"Mom?" he looked up at me, with his new Rex dinosaur baseball hat, turned backward on his head--his eyes squinting in the bright sun.
"Yes honey?" I stop and hold back a sigh. I had a whole 4 minutes to get him into school, happy, kisses, hugs, and off to work to see my boss--who normally isn't in this office, but is today.
"Sniff flowers?" He points to the newly bloomed daffodils in the flower bed surrounding the doorway. He leans forward, ever so careful not to fall forward and sniffs. Loud and funny like a toddler would do--to make sure I hear the sniffs. "Flowers smell good Mom."
He smiles. I smile. And he continues walking to the school door and waves good bye to the flowers.
