I was going to write a post about independent play today, or perhaps share my thoughts on helicopter parenting…
But the words won’t come out right.
My thoughts are all jumbled.
I can’t think straight.
I am distracted…
I am distracted by my big boy cooking himself an omelet.
I am distracted by a line of cars that stretches across my living room floor.
I am distracted by an 11 year old girl who has just finished the first Hunger Games book and needs to talk about it.
I am distracted by the new seed catalogue that is calling my name.
I am distracted by my small boy trying to get the words ‘Wingardium Leviosa’ out of his mouth while throwing a feather up in the air.
I am distracted by life… by my wonderfully messy, imperfect life.
Sometimes distractions should be avoided, but sometimes, distractions should be embraced.
There will be other days to write, when everyone is at school and preschool, when their teenage hormones make them no longer care so much about my input or opinions, when they have grown up and moved away…
But right now I will turn off this computer and enjoy my distractions while I still have them.