I’m beginning to remember why I gradually slipped out of the practice of meditating regularly and why many religions don't allow their ministers or monks to have families.
It's hard to serve more than one master at a time.
I haven't managed to meditate once since the grand kids have come to stay. By the time Lael decides that she's willing to go to sleep, I'm ready for bed, too.
I also know why she's been so slow to learn to talk. She doesn’t need to. She simply points her hand to indicate what she wants and mumbles "directions" until you fetch what she wants.
If you decide she shouldn't have what she wants, you've got an entirely different problem, one that's likely to keep you awake at night.
Do I have to say, "I'm Lovin' It!?"