In the April 2010 issue of Real Simple, page 216, father and professor Dean Bakopoulos writes about an experience with his two-year-old daughter Lydia:
It was just spring and the concept of a stroller— which I employed to make every walk a speedy “workout”— became, to her, fascist. So I let her out; I let her set the pace. And we went really, really slow. Toddlers do not speed-walk; they meander. They stop to look at rocks, bugs, and bottle caps. They talk to tied-up dogs and neighbors out gardening. They sing. And they notice everything.
I burned fewer calories that summer, by autumn I knew half the town: the hardware store staff, the cops, the artists drinking coffee outside their studios.
Although Sonya hasn’t started walking yet, I’ve found that she definitely sets the pace of life. I think it’s taken me a while to adjust from the hectic, fast-paced, running-down-the-corridor rhythm of hospital life as a pediatric resident.
Although, I admit feeling an initial letdown period from the adrenaline rush of being someone’s doctor, it’s been replaced with the endorphin rush of being Sonya’s mother.
And I feel more happy and more like myself than I’ve felt in years!