This post contains affiliate links. My four-year-old and I do not see eye to eye on the value of potty training,...
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Have you ever followed a preschooler on a tricycle? Or gone for a walk, holding the hand of a toddler?
The pace is unbelievably slow. Like, pull-you-hair-out-just-for-the-stimulation slow. I could take three steps backward for every step forward and still outpace my child. I could walk to our destination and back 62 times and my kid would still be in the same spot, staring intently at a snail. Unless the snail was moving too fast for my kid to keep up with.
It’s taken me a long time to really understand that this slow speed is actually a gift.
This blog is about that slow pace of life. I’m not perfect — in fact, many of my posts are about my struggle to live up to my ideal because, well, my failures are often spectacular and hilarious.
Are you trying to live life in the slow lane? Let’s do it together. We’ll figure it out as we go.
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