There are so many times in which I find myself in a constant flurry. These last few weeks, it’s been all day most days. In this I know I’m not alone. So many things to do, so many places to be, so many people needing your attention and sometimes – sometimes there are just not enough hours in the day.
Our typical morning begins in this way. Three boys to wake, clean, dress and feed before school. Okay so the eldest is almost 7 but he’s no better than the 2 year old. Left to his own devices, he will stand in front of the telly in nothing but his socks, probably windmilling his arms whilst holding his pants. The same pair of pants I’d have been asking him to put on for at least 10 hours. (Okay so I’m slightly exaggerating but the pain is real!)
I’m constantly telling them to hurry up.
Hurry up and get dressed!
Hurry up and eat your breakfast!
Let’s walk a little quicker!
We’re going to be late!
All this bossing leaves me feeling like all I do is moan and I don’t like that.
Sonny has frequent strops along the way to school. Whether it’s crossing at a different part of the road, a particular vehicle passing by that I didn’t make a big fuss of so Sonny screams “you missed it!”
I can’t miss it!
The world goes so fast and it’s hard to keep up with the pace sometimes.
Wouldn’t it be better to just slow it down. To zone out from your surroundings and focus on the here and now, instead of what’s coming and where your meant to be next. To enjoy that walk to school regardless because stressing that you’re late isn’t going to get you there any quicker right?
Wouldn’t it be better to soak up the conversation over dinner. To drag out the time spent reading books brought home from school, taking time to listen not to the story but the tone in their voice instead.
While we’re dashing here and there, I’m often reminded that not everything moves this way. The wind blows gently behind us and the leaves skip quietly by our feet. The clouds move ever so slowly and it’s light outside but the moon is in no hurry to go to bed.
I look closely at my children, the sparkle in their eyes, the innocence, the naivety and I remember what it was like to be that age. I remember what it was like to see the world through little eyes. Everything perfect and pure.
Children grow so quickly.
Children are children for such a short space of time. If I spend my life rushing and stressing, I’m going to miss it all. They remind me to slow down and take notice of the little things.