It’s a scene I’ve seen a million times, and a million times I’ve huffed and puffed and said “Hurry up, guys. Let’s get going.” (Not my best parenting.)
But not yesterday. Yesterday, I realized I was being given a gift.
I’ve been trying really hard to become a different kind of mom. A more present, slowed-down kind of mom. A more patient mom. And I think it might be working.
What would I do without Target? Maybe I should go there more often…
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