“Mom walks very fast,” Wil said.
I looked behind me, and smiled at Wil. “I do walk fast, don’t I? Would you like me to slow down?”
I stopped, my head turned his way as he walked up and stood next to me. I slipped my hand in his, and we walked forward. I was careful to keep pace with him, and not the other way around.
His hand was soft, his smile was sweet, the lights above brighter, and I felt brighter inside, too. All around me life felt softer, higher, more enjoyable. I breathed it in. Wil noticed my breath, and he mimicked my large inhale. We both broke up laughing. I vow to enjoy this pace more often.
Wil flips the coin every day. While some see his pace as a detriment to his quality of life, I’ve come to know his pace as a great asset in absorbing the multiple qualities of life all around us — at any given time or place.
What a beautiful picture. I always used to walk ahead of my son Simon but have learnt to walk with him now. An important lesson.😊
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