I was starting to feel anxious.
It had been over an hour since school finished.
And my daughter was still not home.
It’s only a mile away.
And she had her bike.
So it should have taken 30 minutes at most.
Even with grandma, who was picking her up, on foot.
Where were they? Had something happened?
I couldn’t get my mum to answer her phone.
And my panic started to rise.
Images of road crossing accidents started to bubble up.
And then they appeared.
Ambling up the path with not a care in the world.
Deep in conversation.
My seven year old’s face glowing with contentment.
“How did it take you so long? What on earth were you doing?”
“Oh nothing much” they both replied with a grin.
And you know what?
It was the truth.
They’d wandered along.
Putting the world to rights as only 7 year old girls can.
Making up a story a bit of the way.
Whilst they picked up a few conkers.
Poked at something strange in the mud with a stick.
Balanced on a wall. And jumped off at the end.
Said hello to Elaine the flower lady as they went past.
And had a peep to see if the heron was on the pond by the flats. (He wasn’t.)
And dawdled their way home.
Nothing much they’d said.
But I realised, with a pang, my mum had given my daughter the most precious gift of all.
She hadn’t hurried her and scurried her.
And marched her home for the next “thing” on the schedule.
She’d given her time.
Time to wander and explore.
Time to imagine.
Time to observe and investigate.
And just poke around at things and discover stuff.
Time to talk and laugh and sing and make up stories.
Time to be in her own little world.
And time to say hello and have a chat with the world around her.
Time to climb and scramble and balance and jump.
And time to dawdle and daydream and do nothing very much at all.
Time to do all the things young children need to do.
Time to be herself.
It can feel so hard to give our kids that special time to be themselves in all the hurly burly pressure to “do things” and “be places” and plan and schedule every minute of our lives from dawn to dusk.
But the memory of the pure joy in my 7 year old’s face after just an hour of dawdling home, doing nothing much, is a wonderful reminder for me to let go and give her time.
And over the years I have discovered there are very simple, joyful ways we can slow down as a family. They calm frayed nerves and ease the burden of stress but most of all they let us delight again in life at a child’s pace and through a child’s eyes …
- 12 Slow Parenting Tips
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- 75 Balancing Activities For Kids
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- 50 Ways To Soothe Stress
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Thank you for sharing such an important message. Your writing is beautiful. I hope more parents read this and give their children the gift of time! Kids (and adults) need time. Time to explore, think, grow and learn.
Thank you so much. It is hard to give our children time in all the rushing but they do need it so much. And you’re absolutely right – we need it too!