I spent much of the early part of my morning providing feedback to my graduate students on their writing. In fact, I convinced Isabelle to go and play independently after 7 a.m. just so I could get more work done. She grew frustrated by 7:45 a.m. so I promised her “just 15 more minutes.” I set myself a timer and I told her I’d be all hers once it rang. She retreated from my office and played on her own.
As soon as the timer went off, I made good on my word and went into her playroom. “What would you like for breakfast: oatmeal or an English muffin?
She looked up from her drawing and said, “Will you play with me?”
I looked pressed the home button on my phone. It was a little after 8 a.m. I was still in my p.j.’s. (NOTE: Isabelle’s spring break from school began today.) I knew we had to eat breakfast and then I had to go upstairs to stretch, get myself washed up, and dressed. Plus, I needed to put on makeup. We had to be on the road for her medical appointment by 9:30 a.m. I couldn’t get it all done and I had to get moving.But,
But, she wanted to play with me. How could I turn down that request?
I couldn’t. And I didn’t.
“Let’s draw rocks,” she replied.
And so we did.
In the end, I didn’t stretch and dealt with soreness all day. I also applied less makeup. Oh well! I made time for my daughter and that’s what mattered most.
One day, in ten or so years from now, I know Isabelle will want me to leave her alone and give her space. But not right now. Therefore, I will drop anything to play whenever I can.