Do you find yourself always in a rush? When you are waiting for the green man, are you tapping your toe? As your computer screen loads, are you holding your breath? A simple story in the Melbourne Child magazine touched me this week, a tale of a mother of wee ones always in a rush, despite not needing to be. This resonated with me. The toddler pace of life is one that is one moment all: go Go GO ! As more than one friend commented recently, “He just doesn’t stop, does he?” But the next toddler moment can be excruciatingly slow; like when your wee sprog is having thermal meltdown at the supermarket checkout. I like to be busy and I like to be social, and I don’t like to be tardy. Now trying to combine these three with a two year old involves lots of “we’ll finishing playing that later”, “not now”, “we’ll do that we get back” and “don’t you want to go and see so and so?” as well as a fair few tears and protests. My big bub has started saying “Come play with me, Mum?” and...
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