We’ve all heard the expression, “Stop and smell the roses.”
For me recently it turned into, “Stop and analyze hair clips.” Allow me to
explain….
It is easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of life, isn’t
it? Daily tasks and routines seem to all mesh together and before you know it
another day, month and then year has gone by and you find yourself saying,
“Where has all the time gone?” I
wouldn’t claim to say I am the busiest person out there, but I have enough
happening on a daily basis to keep me on the go. Just recently it all hit me
and for the first time ever I truly felt a little stressed about my schedule.
I like to walk or run early in the morning before the activities
of the day take up my time. This particular morning I was walking with no music
so I enjoyed hearing the quiet noises of the morning. Before I knew it, though,
my mind was running through my “to-do” list posted back at home. I felt my
stress level slightly escalating, and by the end of my walk I had worked myself
into a bit of a tither. A few blocks from my house a great shot of a city
landmark came into view, with the rising sun hitting it at the perfect
angle. It took my breath away. I stopped
for a second to take in the beauty of God’s creation and thank Him for all He
blesses us with day after day and it hit me….My stressors could also be
translated into blessings.
As I was reflecting on these blessings my next almost
immediate reaction was panic. Panic that there were moments I’ve missed out on
because of my schedule, my jobs, and demands to be “that mom” that can keep it
all together. In the next few days, these thoughts became more pronounced.
Just a few days later I was at the park with my girls (ages
6 ½ and 4 ½) and they decided to chase a bird across an adjoining field. Both
of their personalities shown through at that moment as my oldest daughter, who
is very goal-driven, set off in a straight line, determined to catch that bird
no matter what. My youngest, the laid back one, ran in circles, stopping to
check out the wildflowers, grass, twigs, etc. It was one of those days where
the sun hit them just right, looking like they were on some idyllic movie set. I
was amazed at how their personalities could be exemplified in the simplest
thing like that, and how many times have I missed something like that?
Earlier this week my daughter’s teacher came for her home
visit. School starts soon and Ziva is ecstatic. She is starting first grade,
and as her teacher talked about what the year would be like Ziva looked up with
her with such awe, admiration and wonder. Ziva then asked her teacher, “I’m not
sure, but how do the desks work?” I almost started crying then and there. I
don’t have much time left to hear those adorable innocent questions, or to her
to be so ama zed by what school may bring. Before I know it these days will melt
into years and she’ll be a teenager so NOT looking forward to school, and being
SO annoyed by my questions of how her day was today.
This all has left me with a feeling of that I must make a
goal to make sure that the all-encompassing aspects and duties of my life don’t
overtake me to the point that I miss out on my girls running through the fields
and asking adorable questions. Does this mean I’ll stop cleaning the house and
stop doing my job? I think you all know the answer to that question, and just
this morning I explained it to Ziva. There are basic responsibilities in life
and jobs that one must attend to, as much as we might want to play games with
our children all day. There are times for play, but there are times for work as
well.
There are a lot of “parts” of me often feeling like I’m
pulled in different directions. I’m a
wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, paraprofessional, It Works distributor,
member of an Alumni Committee and a rockin’ Book Club, and a lover of exercise
that sometime gets overwhelmed with various aspects of life. I truly love all
those things, and I’m working for balance in it all….along with pudgy fingers
and hair clip moments.
Simply put…just give me a moment.
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