Take A Minute. Take an Hour. * The Guy Who Knows a Guy

Sometimes you need to take a minute, or an hour.

Mornings are always a great rush in our house as they probably are in yours. Got to get the kid to school and back to so the terribly important things on my list.

No time to stop. No time to wait. No time to think.

This morning, Rowan was having a rough morning. Her hair was tangled and she got upset when it got snagged as Amy brushed it. Then she got upset about some other thing. Then another.

The classic overwhelm pattern. Happens to me too. One thing makes you irritated but you don’t take a moment to let it go, then the next thing is more irritating. Before you know it five non events have piled up into an overwhelming catastrophe.

Happens to many adults, and it happened to the kid this morning.

I was in go go go mode. Things to do. Places to go. No time for crying.

Or was there. We had a few minutes. So I made time for snuggles. We had ten minutes to be precise, but I made a decision there that nothing on our schedule this morning is all that important. Nations will not rise and fall on my to do list or her getting to school on time.

We sat there, snuggling on the couch for about 15 minutes. We headed to school, but she…