I’m telling this story to my husband: Last evening in Spain. After 2 weeks of half term feeling tired from struggling with family and keeping kids away from screens. We’re in an ice cream place and adults want to sit and talk, while kids are getting bored. My son walks to the port to look at the boats by himself, my daughter wants to join him, with me of course. Frustrated that I’m being pulled away from a conversation yet again I shove my needs into my pockets and follow her to look at the fish. We start feeding the fish with bits of leftover ice cream cone(I know, totally illegal) and the fish go absolutely bonkers mad jumping around to grab the bits, there are loads of them, 4-5 different kinds in giant shoals, the silver ones swimming up to the surface to grab the pieces and runaway as soon as possible before the big ones even notice. The kids are super excited, it gets to me, I forget about my needs, forget that I’m frustrated and just stay in the moment, with them, enjoying myself, feeling like that’s really the point of it all. Why does it seem so hard for me to get to this? Thank you fish!
