It feels like I’m always in a hurry. I know it’s a bit of an exaggeration to say always but some weeks it does feel like that.
Being in a hurry to get somewhere early, rushing the kids because we are a few minutes late, hurrying to get the kids to bed on time so they get enough sleep, rushing to get dinner ready because the kids are so hungry.
Hurrying to meet the the work deadlines I have set for my self, trying to make it to a class at the gym on time, quickly trying to tidy up…the list goes on.
This is something that was on my mind one morning, a couple weeks ago, as we were getting ready for school. No matter how prepared I am, it always seems like I’m rushing and rushing the kids; to get in the car, to drive to school, to walk to their classrooms before the bell rings, before the doors close and we have to go to the office for a late stamp.
That morning, we were ready really early so I was happy that I wasn’t going to feel rushed and that I wouldn’t have to rush the kids.
But of course we were delayed for one reason or another. This time I resisted my instinct. I kept all the normal words of rushing and hurrying inside and instead the kids and I talked as we drove to school. They got their backpacks and we walked to school and I didn’t once mention the time or the bell.
And why you might ask? Well, for a couple reasons. One being, that I’m tired of being rushed and rushing. Life shouldn’t have to be like that. And second, if this is how I am with the kids while they are growing up, it’s how they will be when they grow up. I don’t want them to always be worried or hurried. I want us all to enjoy life, so I’ve made a decision and this is going to end.
That doesn’t mean that I’m okay with us being late all the time but it does mean that if it happens once in a while, it’s okay. It’s also okay if the kids get to bed 15 minutes later than usual. It’s also fine if the kids have a little snack because dinner is taking a little longer than usual and it’s not the end of the world if I’m five minutes late for step class.
It also means, I need to figure out a way to be a little more organized with all the things that need to be done so that we can enjoy life and not always be in a hurry.
Can you relate?