I recall being at the gym over a decade ago. I was on the stationary bike when a mother and her young daughter walked by. The little girl was probably no older than 3. As she walked by the lounge room, she stopped to look at the people watching television. Her mother waited patiently for her daughter's observation time to be over. She didn't grab her arm and drag her away. She did urge her to keep walking.
She allowed her daughter to take her time. She allowed her child to process what she was seeing at her own speed.
I have always remembered this moment. I thought to myself "Be that mom. The mom that doesn't make her child rush when no rush is necessary."
When I pick up Julia from daycare and she is running around playing with no interest in leaving, I let her play.
When she is lingering around the house, taking her time to get out the door, I let her linger.
When she wants to hug my legs instead of going this way or that way, I let her.
When she sits on my lap before I place her in the car seat and she rests her head on my chest, I squeeze her little body and kiss her head. If we sit there for 10 minutes in the driveway or the parking lot, that is okay. I think to myself, "These are the moments. Don't rush her."
I'm rarely in a hurry to get anywhere. I'm already 10 minutes late to work every day. If I'm 11 minutes late because I spent an extra minute with my arms wrapped around my child, I think that was a minute well spent.
Don't rush. These moments are fleeting.