If I had a dollar for every
time I say, “hurry up” to my boys, their college savings plans would be flush
with cash! But I will say that I do now, try and take the time to stop and
smell the flowers with my boys. Or, being that they are boys, stop and
play with the ants or do armpit farts or climb on and jump off of everything
they see. I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I did.
The Day I Stopped Saying ‘Hurry Up’
The Day I Stopped Saying ‘Hurry Up’
By Rachel Macy
Stafford, on her blog, Hands Free Mama.
When you’re
living a distracted life, every minute must be accounted for. You feel like you
must be checking something off the list, staring at a screen, or rushing off to
the next destination. And no matter how many ways you divide your time and
attention, no matter how many duties you try and multi-task, there’s never
enough time in a day to ever catch up.
That was my life
for two frantic years. My thoughts and actions were controlled by electronic
notifications, ring tones, and jam-packed agendas. And although every fiber of
my inner drill sergeant wanted to be on time to every activity on my
overcommitted schedule, I wasn’t.
Be sure to read the rest of her post here.