Nature Is Never Hurried
As I sat at the table surrounded by my four smallest children, I noticed today was different than yesterday. Today I was smiling. I was singing ABC’s with my preschooler in funny voices. I was doing a finger play with my baby. I was helping a daughter through a math lesson. I was walking another daughter through making her favorite recipe. I was enjoying the moments today had to offer. Yesterday, I cried, and then I cried some more. I put my preschooler in time out. I let my baby cry while I washed the dishes. I yelled at my daughter because she wouldn’t concentrate on her math lesson so we could finish it in a timely manner. I scolded my other daughter for disrupting her brother repeatedly with her legs. I was frustrated, angry, manipulative, and tired. As I ponder how these days, so very different, coincided in the same week, I realized today I was not hurried. Today, a storm rolled in. We had nowhere to be and no one to see. No visitor may pop over in the pouring rai