The stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and said to itself, “There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” ~A.A.Milne
I often think when we write for children, we believe we have to fill their stories with big, bold action so that they don't get bored but we forget that some of the most beautiful moments in children's literature are quiet moments like this one:
I once watched a colleague (who had just returned to work after maternity leave) highlight every email in her inbox and press delete. When she saw the look on my face, she shrugged and said, "If they really need to talk to me, they'll find me." I think of her nearly every day.