distractions matter
Apr. 17th, 2019 09:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kareinaAt around 23:00 last night aryanhwy realised that getting to her 08:30 interview today would be easier if I walked Gwen to the school she is at this week, and I happily agreed as I enjoy Gwen's company. This morning, however, Gwen was rather disappointed to discover that she and mom would not be playing games on their walk in as she had hoped, which meant that when Ary left the house Gwen started crying and said "I want my mommy!", which caused me to say "yah, me too, but mine died in December and I will never get to see her again, so then we were both crying. I told her it was ok to cry as we walked, and off we went. By the time we reached the traffic light to cross the street she was looking much more composed, so when we started walking again I asked her "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" When I told her the answer (If a woodchuck could chuck wood, a woodchuck would chuck all the wood that a woodchuck could chuck, wouldn't you?) she told me that didn't make any sense at all, and then started happily babbling about all the things that are of interest to a seven year old girl. I love how easily we as a species can be distracted from the ills of the world, if the distraction can be timed right.
aryanhwy realised that getting to her 08:30 interview today would be easier if I walked Gwen to the school she is at this week, and I happily agreed as I enjoy Gwen's company. This morning, however, Gwen was rather disappointed to discover that she and mom would not be playing games on their walk in as she had hoped, which meant that when Ary left the house Gwen started crying and said "I want my mommy!", which caused me to say "yah, me too, but mine died in December and I will never get to see her again, so then we were both crying. I told her it was ok to cry as we walked, and off we went. By the time we reached the traffic light to cross the street she was looking much more composed, so when we started walking again I asked her "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" When I told her the answer (If a woodchuck could chuck wood, a woodchuck would chuck all the wood that a woodchuck could chuck, wouldn't you?) she told me that didn't make any sense at all, and then started happily babbling about all the things that are of interest to a seven year old girl. I love how easily we as a species can be distracted from the ills of the world, if the distraction can be timed right.