I’m a competitive person. With myself. With others. When other people know there’s a competition. When they don’t.
This personality trait makes it difficult to remember that not everything needs to be contested.
So here is my daily reminder to myself that we can both be tired. There is no “more actually tired,” no “more deserving of being tired.” There is only tired. And the hope that there is a light at the end. And the thankfulness that we can be tired together.
This evening I took a toddler walk. The pace was slow, and the company was perfection. We picked clovers and hit orange signs. We talked about the lack of water truck and the presence of a crane. There were flowers to color code and cracks to jump over. We touched every brick wall and discussed being two and a half. The space between trash cans were tunnels and light poles were for playing peekaboo.
For twenty minutes I saw the world through my son’s eyes. It looked like an adventure.