Motorcycles and Race Cars

I had one of those amazing mornings where the Spirit nearly forced me to put down my phone and play with my first born. I can’t, however, say the morning started off that way. In my efforts to get the second boy settled and with work already littering my brain, I tried to multitask my early day and provide the best of both worlds for the three of us.

Whatever that means!

To no avail, I put my phone down, finally put the second boy down for a nap, chucked work to the curb for a moment and rolled around the living room floor with a once saddened, now happy, 3-year-old boy.

His choice of play: a Luigi figure strapped to a Batman motorcycle. Mine (by no means my first choice): a Hot Wheels race car.

And, as if out of a scene straight the from digital world of Mario Cart, Ezra and I were off on our marks. We darted. We jumped. We drifted across the carpet. We even dodged each other as we nearly had a head on collision.

Close call…in more ways than one.

Where multitasking, busyness, and production is the way of life, it’s easy to forget and neglect those memorable moments that will eventually outlive the ways of the current trends. Two years from now, I’ll remember our morning mayhem, but I won’t remember the Google search I was attempting between the second boy’s nap and the first boy’s desire to hang out with his pops.

It’s good to pause. It’s good to sit and play. It’s good to drop what you’re doing and say, “No” to work.

It’s good.

Let’s talk.