Working full-time, with a household to maintain and a toddler to corral is a bit like my brief career as a waitress: I staggered about carrying as much as possible for as long as possible dropping as little as possible. But sooner or later, you’re going to drop a butter-knife on someone’s wedding outfit.
I don’t have conversations about “quality-time” or balancing or juggling. These are concepts that belong to lives in galaxies far, far away. As do those sentences “when I get home, he or she gets all of my attention.” Wow. Who does everything else and when?
On this beautiful autumn morning, with the sun’s rays beating down on us, something else was illuminated as an answer to the how. Monkey-face happily looked at her Moomin Little Book of Opposites and we talked about what she could see. The answer I had known in my head took shape in my heart. I realised it wasn’t what you do in your children’s presence, but how present you are to them when you’re doing it.
Have a great day.