I took my girls to buy pumpkins after school today. My older daughter wanted to find the perfect medium sized one. Each one I suggested was imperfect in some way, so I left her to search on her own. After about fifteen minutes, I told her, “Find a pumpkin NOW or you’re leaving with nothing.”
Then she found it.
The look on her face was rapt, the pumpkin fit perfectly in her skinny little arms, and I once again remembered (too late) that to be a mom means recognizing when it’s time to slow down and let the slow pace of childhood rule the moment.
