The coffee shop on 5th made me realize I rush my kids through everything
Last Tuesday I sat in the corner of that little coffee shop on 5th Street while my 4 year old took 11 minutes to put on his own shoes. I watched a guy at the next table stir his coffee for what felt like forever, totally fine with it, and I thought about how I had already said "hurry up" three times that morning. Do you all ever catch yourself rushing your kids when there is actually nowhere to be?