I’m not always patient and I’m a stickler about bedtime. I like to keep to a routine, to have a plan.
So when life hands me the unexpected I’m not always good at rolling with it. Even when the unexpected is a fun night at a friends house.
We enjoyed Mexican take out and margaritas and before I knew it it was half past bedtime and I needed to get home and feed Bailey.
Jack and I said our good byes and hurried up the block to our house. He had his Cars ride on toy and he was smitten. It wasn’t new though he hadn’t ridden it much. But that day he discovered it like it was a new toy and all he wanted to do was, “ride my car”.
And all I wanted to do was get home.
But he was so happy with his “new” toy and so content to ride along and stare into the night sky. He was happy to tell his mama, “I see clouds” and “look at the moon”.
And I was patient as we slowly made our way home. I suppressed the urge to tell him to move faster or to hurry up. I forced myself not to push the car along or ask him if I could carry him.
I let him have the moment. Even though it was late and the dog was hungry and it was going to be a long weekend and Jack so needed all the sleep he could get.
I pushed it all aside and let my little boy drive his car home, and that moment was worth it.
Do you ever have trouble just living in the moment?