From far away

I was too busy to enjoy my children when they were young. There was so much to do, and in my mind, I had to get it done in a timely fashion, as if someone was checking my work.
Out in the world, or at my job, I watch the young mothers, with strollers, wagons and slings, busy with summer book club, trips to the pool, all the stuff that keeps us active and connected in the summer which has less of the structure of the school year.
I would like to do it again, and do a better job, with less intention and more obliviosity.