On the mornings when it’s nice out, I walk my younger one to school. It’s about a 14 minute walk, and we talk the entire time. Like the entire time. There’s no quiet stretch. It’s story after story, questions that come out of nowhere, things that feel very big in her world that I didn’t even know were on her mind. I’m holding my coffee, still waking up, trying to keep up with wherever she’s going next.
Somewhere along the way, I always realize this is her time with me. Not shared, not rushed, not squeezed in between something else. Just her getting to say everything she wants to say, and me being there to hear it.
It doesn’t happen every morning, only when it’s nice out. Which almost makes it feel more intentional, like we both know this is our window.
And I know at some point, this won’t look like this anymore. Not suddenly, just slowly over time. But right now, I get 14 minutes of her world, and that feels like everything.
What small, repeated moment in your life holds the most meaning right now?
