My 18 month old daughter, Linden, started walking in mid-January. While the muck and ice of winter kept her bundled in the stroller for all outdoor adventures, she sharpened her bipedal skill indoors, in socks and bare feet. Walking out there wasn’t even a thing in her mind.
Now that the cold is behind us, I have set her free, and she has taken to her sidewalk adventures with great enthusiasm in her yellow boots.
I have taken to her outdoor ambling with enthusiasm, too, as the exertion is a great pre-nap activity to tire her out.
Today, we walked to the bank. She did well on the way there, stopping only to wave at the fire truck and pet our dog a few times.
But on the way back, we got stuck in front of the pharmacy, enchanted by the automatic doors. She loves doors lately–the opening, the closing–so to see a door swing open on its own was just magical.
I tried to move us along on our errands, but we circled around at least three times, checking back at the doors before I’d grab her coat collar and steer her in the right direction.
A simple walk–half a block and back–took about an hour.
As a habitual multi-tasker and usually busy person, I have to remind myself daily that simple joys and a sometimes slow pace are some of the job perks of this stay at home mom gig. It’s hard when you’re used to rushing to tick off a to-do list, to let go a bit and enjoy a toddler’s delight in automatic doors, escalators, leaves skittering across the pavement.
But in a frantic and immediate world, my kid’s snail’s pace is truly a gift. Cars zoom by, people rush to the bus stop, delivery trucks pull up and away again, airplanes rush impossibly fast overhead… And we stop again to point at the pigeons, check on our boots, wave to strangers.
It’s important to do and accomplish and achieve. But it’s equally important to just Be once in a while.
So here’s Linden, reminding you to enjoy a delightfully slow weekend!