I am tired of trying to rush Will out the door and into bed and into the bathtub and through with breakfast. I am tired of saying "hurry up." I'm done. Because it's not his fault that we're running late...it's mine. So I'm going to be a better time manager so that I don't have to be rushing, and we can enjoy even the mundane days of life.
When do we learn that we have to always be "hurrying up" anyway? Why don't we slow down and take our time. Sometimes it's those little moments when Will is walking (slowly) up the stairs or walking (slowly) through the parking lot that are meaningful. He is noticing and thinking and sharing, and I'm missing it. I'm missing the opportunity to have conversations about the world around him. I'm making him feel like he's disappointing me, while he's the one who's got it right. I'm worried about being late and focusing on the future, while he is totally present in the now.
I don't need to be hurrying up. It's my fault. I'm the adult. I can create change.
