Emily pulled a long yellow ribbon out of a drawer earlier this week. It was used as a leash for her balloon dog. Then for waving in the air as she danced.
At some point along the way the end of the ribbon began to unravel. We were all amazed at how many strands of thread make up a small ribbon. We were also pleasantly surprised to meet a little fairy that came out of it. We’ve been dropping it from great heights, watching it slowly drift down and trying to catch it.
This simple playing has been a huge reassurance for my nerves (most often exhaustion induced). I stress about how we will fill long, empty days. We rarely spend an entire day inside just the three of us. But this week it happened – Indiana wind! – and even though we had our typical rough patches, I felt a sense of magic and excitement. We can slow down and enjoy each other.
We’ve made one step along my path of embracing slow together.