We were out running errands one night last week. While Marty went to the sporting goods store with Drew, I took Emily and hoped to get in a few quick minutes of shopping at Marshalls. Marty needed a hockey stick, so obviously I needed a new shirt. Time was ticking. If Marty made it out before I was finished, well—that was just one conversation I didn’t need to have.
I was lost in fabric and in my thoughts. I found a nice rack of colorful cardigans.
That’s when Emily reached out, grabbed the sweater, and yanked it from my hands.
“Emily. Really? Please…”
As I contemplated whether this sweater wass worth the wrestling match that could ensue as I tried to take the sweater back before she stretched it two sizes, Emily looked up at me, holding the sweater in her little hands and said, “Ma-Me—pretty.”
Thank you, Emily, for reminding Mommy to enjoy the “pretty.”
Marty usually does daycare drop-off, and I do pick-up.
I prefer pick-up for several reasons (mainly because it makes feel like a heroine).
The only downside to pick- up is that it happens at the end of the day when I am tired and usually coming off at least an hour drive home.
Until recently, though, pick-up was still relatively easy. That was until Drew decided to become a runner.
Last week as we were leaving, he did a sprint down the hall while Emily and I huffed and puffed to keep up. Once in the fellowship hall, which is on the way to the car, he ran in and out among the tables, laughing, daring me to put Emily down and chase him.
I indulged him for a couple of minutes. (He is so darn cute).
Then I tried all the tricks—like asking him to help me find the car, asking him if he can hear the dog outside, and telling him I am leaving as I open the door and pretend to walk out.
Instead, he turned around and ran back into the daycare part of the church.
"Drew. Really? Please…”
As I contemplated leaving him there until the next day when I had more energy to deal with him, I scooped Emily up and ran after him.
He turned the corner before I could catch him. Gone--
I found him standing in front of the director’s office, smiling and waving “bye-bye” to the ladies.
Once they returned his sweet bye-bye, he turned and followed me to the car.
Thank you, Drew, for reminding me to slow down and make time for the simple gestures of kindness.