Yesterday, I was relaxing on my front porch when I realized
it was past time for my daughter to walk to her violin lesson down the street.
I ran upstairs and reminded her. Madison is 13...a freckle-faced, beanpole that
is almost taller than me. I'm reminded everyday what an awkward age 13 is.
Still a child, but growing into an adult...too fast somedays. She has daily
pressures to hurry up the growth process and I try my best to slow her down.
She grabbed her violin and was out the door. For a minute she walked out of my view behind our bushes and I was just about to yell "Hurry!", but just as I opened my mouth, she came into view.
Sauntering slowly along, with a dried-up dandelion in her hand, she blew the seeds into the air and watched them parachute around her.
I shut my mouth and smiled.
Take all the time you need, dear one.
She grabbed her violin and was out the door. For a minute she walked out of my view behind our bushes and I was just about to yell "Hurry!", but just as I opened my mouth, she came into view.
Sauntering slowly along, with a dried-up dandelion in her hand, she blew the seeds into the air and watched them parachute around her.
I shut my mouth and smiled.
Take all the time you need, dear one.
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