I didn’t realize just how much I needed to be slowed down until I had a child.

But wowzers, kids can be so S L O W.

She wanted to take a walk today and ride in the stroller. That lasted about 10 minutes before she wanted to walk herself. Mind you, she didn’t even have shoes on (I should’ve known she wouldn’t make it). The weather was nice, the sky was overcast and we had an hour to kill until nap time, so I was more than good with the leisurely pace. And it was marvelous.

She picked up sticks. She looked for airplanes as she heard them. She talked; I talked. The lack of need for correction and ‘Stay on this side of the parking lot!’ gave my mind space to roam and rest and she enjoyed the freedom to go where she pleased. I talked to God about whatever fluttered in, and I enjoyed not needing to be doing anything productive.

Many times, the slowness of kids can be inconvenient. (For the love, beautiful daughter, PLEASE pick out two socks to wear.)

But in allowing myself to fall into her exploratory pace, I ignored the hurry-monster, fully savoring my daughter and the presence of God and mentally felt 10 pounds lighter.

I know there will be chaotic hours, hectic days and busy weeks, but when slow is the pace, I will do my best to embrace it and be grateful.