Sometimes 15 Minutes is an Eternity

December 01, 2008 by

So in my last post, I moaned about how I hate not getting enough time with my kids because of work. But then last night I was reminded to make the most of those minutes I do get. I got home at 7:45, just 15 minutes before we put Julia down. Ben was already out. I sat down on the couch immediately and pulled Julia on my lap and grabbed the book she wanted, Corduroy.

The story is the tale of a little stuffed bear that wants to be taken home from the store. There is a line in the story about a night watchman “dashing” down the elevator. But in my rush to read the book, I changed “dashing” to “rushing,” figuring, what’s the big deal? Who’s going to know? It’s not like my 3-year old can read. The second I finished the sentence, Julia stopped me. “Daddy, why did you say rushing and not dashing?” I gulped. Caught. “Um, I’m sorry, Julia, you’re right. It’s dashing.”

I then re-read the line and finished the book. I couldn’t believe her attention to detail and memory. She has heard this book maybe a dozen times. But that single word stuck out for her. And it made those 15 minutes as memorable for me as
any 15-hour stretch I have probably had with her. That’s a story I’ll tell her one day. The day she caught daddy re-writing Corduroy!

About Authorname
The Editors at Pregnancy are constantly scouring the news and best information to provide readers with the most accurate advice and latest trends in pregnancy and new motherhood. Together we've experienced most of the ups and downs of the pregnancy journey and are here to share and help you along the way.

Social links

Subscribe top bar

don't lazy load me

Hubspot Sign up for weekly news on your pregnancy and baby!

subscribe bottom bar


Popular posts

Popular Posts


Facebook comments


New Call-to-action