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"What are we doing today Mommy?" My four-year-old asked hopefully.
The reality, I needed to go to the grocery store, unload the dishwasher, fold the laundry, make the beds and do some editing on an important manuscript before I went to work at 2:00 P.M.. But that's not what she wanted to hear.
"How about whatever you want to do," I said regretting the words as the cascaded out of my mouth and tumbled at her feet. Her blue eyes grew wide with joy.
"A bike ride?" She said with a big smile.
"A bike ride, that sounds good," I said honestly.
We left the house with her bike helmet, snacks and some water and headed to a local park with a paved path. My list was still spinning in my head like an industrial clothes dryer on high. But just a few seconds after arriving at the park the list started to unravel and fade away. I followed her through the tree-lined path stopping with her frequently to look at trees, squirrels and bugs.
"This is a great day," she said turning around to smile at me from beneath her pink bike helmet.
"It sure is," I said meaning it.
Later that day after I got to work and got embroiled in chaos someone regaled me with all that she had gotten done in the morning. She asked me what I had done that morning. "Nothing really," I replied, and it felt good.
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