This is a week of big deadlines for me at work–a proposal in to a client today, a report due tomorrow, also a conference proposal due tomorrow, a presentation on Thursday, and another business proposal for a different client early next week. Meanwhile I still have budget and planning meetings at work that suck up much of the day and leave me to write at night.
In other words: I have a lot to do.
My little girl self is not going to get a lot of attention today. I’m not sure about tomorrow either. But since I’m paying more attention to her in general, I think she’s coming to trust that I’m no longer going to chase her back into the closet and bolt the door. Instead I’m just telling her, “Sweetheart, I know you still have a lot of needs. There’s a lot we have to talk about. I can’t do it tonight. But I’ll be back, I promise.”
“Okay,” she says with a shrug,”I don’t need to talk all the time anyway. I’m going to reread Misty of Chincoteague. See you later.”