This morning was no different, except we were really late. I was cranky and a little more snappy than I like to be (which is not at all). We pass through a large park everyday, and my son rides his scooter through while I enjoy a few minutes walking on real earth. It's a few minutes I try to use to touch in and be grateful. It was rainy this morning, and my son took off into the park with me walking behind, absorbed in watching the ground. When I looked up he was behind me, crouching down. I walked over as he was picking up a worm. "I'm saving it so no one steps on it!"
There was a moment when I had to make a decision. I either needed to allow him to save the worms, or I needed to tell him we had to go, which basically meant telling him that what he thought was important, wasn't. That worm's lives don't matter. That somehow learning by sitting behind a desk was better than learning through service and experience.
So I bent down and got to work saving the worms.
We were really late for school.
With all the work I've done, it's still easy to forget to let go of other's ideas of what is "right" and "important". I have a knee-jerk good girl reaction to jump when someone in a perceived authority role tells me to. As a former teacher, I do think being on time to school is important. But not at the expense of a real opportunity for education and connection with my son.
Thankfully, this time I stopped to listen to myself before jerking my knee.