Today was a jumbled mess of to-do’s as we prepare to head out for a long weekend. I let myself relax this morning while we visited some friends, but as we headed home around noon, my game on mentality kicked in. I had my list on the counter at home and I my plan of attack was going to be deliberate from the moment we walked through the door.
Well, you know as well as I do that isn’t how it worked out. Nope, Gigi fell asleep for 5 minutes in the car. My baby girl that always transfers to her bed so easily would not go back to sleep. On top of that, I had backed the car in so I could pack easily. This meant that when we opened Connor’s door to get him out of the car the first thing he saw was the stroller. He immediately asked to go for a walk. It was a beautiful Florida day, but there was no time for that…
So, with a nagging two year old and a sleepless one year old I was obviously getting nothing done. I gave in, put sneakers on and put Gigi in the stroller. I thought maybe, just maybe, she would fall asleep and I, at least, wouldn’t have to deal with a cranky girl later in the evening.
We walked and my mind was racing as I thought of all the things I needed to get done and how much I wasn’t doing right that moment. I must have started moving a little faster while I was adding all those things to the list in my head because Connor tugged my hand and said, “Slow down, Mommy!”
He was so adorable and wanted nothing more than to walk by my side. I peeked through the side of the stroller to check on Gigi and her little face was staring back at me just waiting to say, “boo!”.
These two babies of mine, and the way God works, never cease to amaze me. For the last few days I have needed something to recenter me. Something to tell me to slow down, take it easy and let things fall in to place.
And just like that, Connor was there asking me to slow down while Gigi was waiting for the moment that I would.