Slow Parenting

Learning to go with the flow

The day starts with a pair of shoes I can’t get on small squirming feet and then there’s the high chair my daughter won’t sit on and the cereal she won’t finish. The fruit she cleverly feeds to me, and I’m okay with that, as long as we’re out the door by 10am, giving us time to get to the grocery store, the post office, the park, and then back by lunch before she gets cranky.