Hold on, wait for me…

So, I’m usually asking the kids to wait for me to catch up or hold on. But, I have a new client, who is so fast, my legs don’t get a break. Unless it’s a red light. He walks at extreme speed and I’m talking my body into a super fast and not ‘normal’ walking pace. So far it’s going well, but I never work out after supporting him.

His waking is usually includes a skip. Sometimes, he’ll run, to get everyone out of the way and make sure he has enough personal space on the sidewalk.

Things I’m thankful for, he stops at stop signs, roads, alleys and is weary of cars and danger. On the other hand, stands on the yellow strip to watch for the subway, walks about ten to fifteen feet ahead of me and can get upset if I show any sign of worry or anxiety. Really upset. We had a fight (I stood there while he fought me) on a corner one day for twenty minutes, before hailing a cab and encouraging him to get in.

How do I reach this state of calmness as he runs fifteen feet a head of me and looks over the subway tracks? I’m not sure. Like Lady Gaga says “I was born this way.” His world can turn upside down if I’m not calm. So, I guess in his way, he asks me to. He needs me to.

He is also brilliant, funny and has a great imagination. That makes it a lot if fun for me as we write this story of adventure in the privacy of a public subway train. He is in private, but I am not and neither is anyone else privy to our story. A lady clapped for us once. He was in a good mood that day, so said “thanks!”

We all have a purpose; so glad I found mine.

Marjo