I’ve been impatient lately.
I’d like to say I have a valid excuse, that our tiny humans have been too demanding; but the truth is that my impatience is generally because of my inability to lay down my own agenda.
I thought I’d gotten the message a few months ago, when that revelation hit me.
Apparently not. My to-do list is always longer than my day, and I had lost the art of time management as I got drawn into the vortex of mindless Facebook scrolling again.
Today, as the sky darkened and the humidity rose I found myself with an afternoon free to check some of those to-do’s off the list.
The four year old had other plans.
“I know!”, she exclaimed as an epiphany struck, “Play dough!”
She could only be distracted with other things momentarily before recapping her urgency to make a new batch of blue play dough.
I groaned inwardly took a deep breath and said, “Okay, lets make you some play dough”
Agenda dropped. Life laid down.
Greater love has no one than this.
And while we watched the storm roll in through the kitchen windows, and waited for the dough to cool, I thought about how amazing it would be to watch over the ocean.
So, that’s just what we did. I grabbed my camera off the bench as we exited, and left the windows open wide.
The raindrops were big and fat and we watched them fall into the glassy ocean.
It was warm, and we stayed and watched the dark clouds move in, and made a run for it just as the rain began properly.
Now, she sits with her blue play dough. I’m being coaxed over to play too.