So, I have found today, that the paradox of blogging is deciding whether to run back inside for the camera to capture the moment, or to sit and enjoy the moment, and hope words will suffice.
Tonight I chose words.
The girls were unusually wired this evening, and as their regular bedtime approached, we decided there was no point pushing for obedience when clearly there would be conflict. We instead took the girls out for some general running around and soccer ball games.
The peals of laughter that followed were well worth loosing out on our own precious free time. There is nothing like the giggles and squeals from two small girls as their Dad tosses them in the air and steals their ball.
We finished the evening with a walk around the neighbourhood to settle the troops, and headed home to shuffle two finally tired kids into bed.
You are worried about seeing him spend his early years in doing nothing. What!
Is it nothing to be happy? Nothing to skip, play, and run around all day long?
Never in his life will he be so busy again.
~Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, 1762
It's something I always have to remind myself... the girls don't share our hurried lifestyle... they need the chance to run and play and choose their own timing.
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