Stories from the School Run
A dad paused mid-cleanup, whispered “This is difficult,” and noticed his tightened chest. Three breaths later, he handed his child a towel and turned the mess into teamwork. The whole scene took ninety seconds. Share your own tiny epiphany; it may help another parent.
Stories from the School Run
A mom reframed a soggy dash as a sound hunt—puddles, gutters, squeaky boots. The rush softened into curiosity. They arrived damp yet smiling, practicing presence without the word mindfulness. Try it this week and tell us what sounds your street sings in the rain.