It’s always easy to get caught up in the rush of everyday life. We wake up, rush through chores, do school, finish school, shovel a very early dinner in as fast as possible, rush out the door to gymnastics, rush home, shower, read (if we can keep our eyes open), and finally we head to bed, only to wake up and do it all again. The weekends come and it’s yard work, laundry, and don’t forget to clean the house. Oh yeah, don’t get behind because that will cause me to obsess about what I haven’t gotten done. Next thing you know, I hear myself saying things like, “No we don’t have time for art. We have to make up that math sheet from yesterday and we still have today’s assignments.” I see the disappointment on their faces and promise myself that tomorrow I will make time, but I just never seem to find this elusive extra time. I try to tell myself to slow down, but what happens if someone stops by and the house is a mess? Well, I would be embarrassed and apologize profusely. What happens if someone asks about where we are in school? Well, I would feel inadequate for not finishing everything I had planned each and every day.
This was the cycle I fell into last year, skipping the fun things just to get caught up. I would promise myself to make time but fear of what others would think about me would keep me playing catch up. I was a good mom, right? I was cooking, cleaning, supporting them in gymnastics and giving them plenty of love. Then I realized time is short and soon my kids will be grown and gone. My house will always be cleaned and laundry will be folded and put away. I also realized my house will be quiet and lonely. I don’t want to look back and regret not taking the time to enjoy life with my kids because of fear. My goal for this new school year is to listen to my kids. Let them lead me at times. For a few days the kids would ask if we could go on a walk and I found myself responding, maybe later. They asked again and instead of saying later, I grabbed my camera and asked them “You think we can find any beautiful flowers to take pictures of ?”
We walked four miles and found so many treasures along the way. The best treasure of all was, I watched my kids smile while they pointed out every little thing for me to take a picture of.
This little shovel had been buried in a ditch since this spring. We figured it was just a broken handle until my son decided to rescue it today. To our surprise it was just fine!
Flowers collected along the way so we can enjoy them on the table. So my hope is that I remember to slow down, breathe, and enjoy the day. Everything will still get done, right?