Manic Scurrying May Not Be the Answer

I may have left my run too late tonight. I am capital tee, eye, are, ee, dee. We had a good day though. One of those days where all those things we talk about really do begin to seem possible.


I'm finding a new kind of pace. I'm losing that desperate sense that there's just not enough time to get everything done; that my only hope is to scurry about madly during every unencumbered minute. There really isn't enough time to get everything done, of course, but I'm embracing the radical notion that manic scurrying may not be the answer. 


Ni helped make Thai Green Chicken Curry for dinner last night and today we made our family staple, Fried Rice, together. Cooking with my daughter has become one of my favourite things to do. Now we just need to get Wawa involved.

Suddenly, Ni is very easy to teach in the kitchen where not so very long ago, the two of us were all resistance versus push. Letting go and trusting her; showing her my way of doing things, then encouraging her to find her own way has helped. Learning that I don't have to grasp everything with white knuckles to keep us safe and well any more is allowing me to become a better guide. Slowly. Letting her take her time to find and follow her passions within healthy boundaries and mindfully avoiding sensory overload, rather than rushing her from place to place is allowing her to feel her own formidable presence. Now we just need to translate all of that to maths and there'll be no stopping us.