An Interrupted Calm
It's a relaxing day alhamdulilah. My kids are playing independently and the deliciously cool wind is blowing softly. I can feel the long day's stresses and fatigue slowly leave my body as I sink into one of the chairs at the club, crossing my legs. And as I sit there, in this comfortable chair, typing away at my phone's keyboard, I think of happy thoughts. Thoughts of playing Overcooked late at night while the kids are asleep. Thoughts of having intense conversations with my husband. Thoughts of what a beautiful day it is and how lovely it is to just be without having to do anything. Suddenly I am reminded gently that I have to read the evening adkar as I see my kids doing semi-dangerous antics on the swings. With the recent fall of a friend's daughter I feel extra cautious when I see my kids doing things they shouldn't. And of course my peace is unfortunately short-lived with my kids calling out mama, mama. As I get up to go attend to them, (with mild irritation ...