Twice last week Nerys asked if I could walk to pick her up from school, because she wanted to walk home instead of going in the car.
She’s getting clever this one.
The way she asked on Monday morning it really seemed like she just liked the idea of walking home. Then a few minutes later, as if it had just occurred to her, she mentioned that maybe we could stop at the park on the way. A few minutes after that, she told me she’d had a great idea. That I could bring her baby and her buggy with me, so that she could push her home and take her for a play at the park too.
I couldn’t really say no after all that!
So on Monday and again on Friday, I left the car at home, and carried baby and her little buggy to school to collect Nerys.
Then we walked home, with a stop at the park on the way.
And it was lovely. It really was.
There’s something a bit special about slowing down, and going at a three year old’s pace. Some days I want to get home quickly, so I can put the next load of washing on or get a quick bit of work done while Nerys plays. Other days though, I relish this slower pace. Nerys is such great company these days, and so much fun, I love having these times when I have nothing to distract me, nothing to focus on but her.
September will roll around before I know it, and she’ll be in school all day like Rhys. These afternoons that we have at the moment just the two of us will be gone. And while some days there are jobs that need to get done, other days I will slow down and relish this season of life before it’s gone and we move on to a whole new way of doing things.