A lazy Saturday Morning

My husband has started going for morning walks for the past couple of weeks. I must admit I am too lazy to get into the habit. Today he made sure our son and I joined him. I was preoccupied with getting back home soon enough to have a bath and start cooking lunch. My husband, on the other hand, walks with my son as if there is no hurry in life. He shows him the birds perched on the tree, the honeybees buzzing around flowers, white cranes in the lake water, coconut trees, and every small detail. I stand beside him admiring how he manages to have so much patience to enjoy nature while I am always looking at my watch, calculating the speed at which I need to finish cooking all dishes.

My son may not remember all this when he grows up, but this was a lesson for me. I need to stop and look around. I should start enjoying small moments when I am out with my son. I am always in a hurry to proceed to the next task and I don't sometimes realize there are smaller, more wonderful moments that I am miss out on. Time to take a break and savor the little moments.

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