The Gift Of A Simple Daughter

Today I had to go to the notary public and help out a friend furnish his unit. It was a busy Friday for me and I was not able to go out of the house until after 5pm. Like most of the time, when it’s not raining and not too hot anyway, I planned to walk to Shaw.

While I was getting ready to go, Sophia was watching me and she looked like she wanted to come (like most of the time). Before she even asked, I told her I am going to shangri-la and I am walking. If you want to come, you cannot complain. Without missing a beat, not even bothering to change, she took me on my offer (I really should get better at this) and off we went.

One of the things I like about walking is the opportunity it gives me to contemplate about things. Not that my mind goes idle when I’m immobile, but there is a certain kind of calm that silences my never ending thoughts (and fears and doubts and all that). Bringing along my little chatterbox of a daughter was like giving my monkey brain a run for her money. It was a welcome change however.

The pleasure that came from spending time with Sophia more than made up for my lost meditative walk. I can always (try to at least) pause any time of the day.

Aside from the change in pace and quiet, my little companion got hungry early. So instead of finishing all our errands first before eating, we had dinner at 6pm! Even before we left home, she was going on and on about how she wants pizza. To be honest, I don’t think it’s the walk she was after, but the food! If truth be told, I wanted the hot sauce with pepperoni and mushrooms and my hot sauce soup right beside it, too!

I asked her if she wants to walk back home, but she said she’s too tired. I booked for a grab, but all drivers are busy (well… who isn’t, right) so we took the train instead. It was a fun time with Sophia! I am grateful I have a daughter who is not “maarte”. Being low maintenance myself, I am proud to have raised one, too.

Is your child easy to please?

#ToABetterSarah #RaisingSophia