Today, I looked at this precious face, and I lost it.
“We have to go”,
“You need to get dressed”,
“You are going to make me late for a meeting”;
words spit out.
She wouldn’t stand for the rushing.
Me hurrying her out the door when she had just awoken from slumber.
So I let go and I lost my patience.
“You must hurry. I am going to leave here without you!”
Really? Did I just say that?
What greater fear of a 4-year-old then to be left behind; all alone.
Once safely ensconced in our car, hurling down the highway, I felt the sadness.
I had started the day with such good intent. My heart full after my run and devotionals.
But yet when my 4-year-old asked for the same, a peaceful start to the day on her terms, I left her empty handed and feeling a bit abandoned.
I apologized right then.
And her in all her preschool wisdom,
“It’s ok Momma. I messed up too. We’ll both try harder”.