There were a dozen things I needed to be doing. My pace all day had been frantic. I felt like I was spinning plates on too many sticks and something was going to come crashing down. My anxiety levels climbed until my hands were shaking as I hurriedly ate my lunch. There was simply so very much I needed to get done.
And then one thing forced me to stop.
One of my kids needed me. She needed my presence. She needed me to stop, to sit, to let her lay her head in my lap and just watch something on TV. Her day had been rough and emotional. She felt shaken and bruised and small and what she needed right now wasn’t what I accomplished for her or some sage advice. She just needed me.
And so I sat.