It Can Wait!

Written by Erin Hill. Posted in Diaper Duty

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When I was little everyone in my house knew not to make my mom late for work.

“God help you if I’m late for work,” I remember her saying when I was late getting up, slow getting ready, looking for my homework, etc. in the morning.

It may sound mean, but I don’t look back at it now as anything too horrible. It’s definitely something I never want to say to my kids. In my mind, if my mom was late, she’d lose her job, we’d be thrown out into the street, it would be my fault, and there’d be Hell to pay. I was scared. (I’m still scared of my mom—all 5 foot, 100 pounds of her).

This morning when Linc was clinging to my neck at daycare--instead of prying him away because I had to go to work or worry about being late-- I just stood there with him. He obviously needed that. He needed me to hold him. How can I walk away from that?

I’m lucky, though. There’s no set time I have to be at work and I’m so very thankful for that now more than ever. Sometimes, I take a little extra time with him in the morning or, on occasions such as today, wait with him until he’s ready for his daycare day to begin. There’s no rush, and it certainly saves me some guilt.

I do this a lot. I don't rush him out the door or spring a trip on him. We prepare well in advance. I guess this comes from me being rushed and how I felt about it. Either way--going when you want or going when they want--is fine, I'm sure. I just have experience on the other side of the rushing situation.

Of course, when he’s older I won’t let him leisurely get himself ready for school if we’re late, but, for now while he doesn’t understand time, I’m all for waiting until he’s ready to go and/or let me go.

 


ErinHill

 

Erin Hill is a first-time mom to Lincoln, who was born in January 2010. She's learning as she goes and is experiencing everything a new mom goes through while seeing the humor, irony, and enjoyment in her adventures.

Erin is a full-time technical writer and features freelance writer in her "spare time." She lives in Plum with Lincoln, her husband, Adam, their dog, Roxie, and five (yes, five) cats, Nirvana, Gary Roberts, Elvis, Talbot and Forrest.

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