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I'm a work in progress. I'm a mom to two, soon to be three, awesome kids that have taught me things I didn't know I needed to learn. I'm married to a kind and handsome man that I genuinely love to be with. I like to be around interesting people and enjoy learning from others. I'm quirky, energetic, have a glass that's usually half full (of wine) and am spontaneous when it fits into my plans. My life is much slower than it once was and even though I sometimes miss the old days, I never take these new days for granted. So, I've given up alot of things in order to give more of myself to my family ... and they better appreciate it. I mean, I expect nothing in return for my selfless love.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Slowing down, Part One

I never was one to take note of the small things. I walked with a purpose. I took on tasks with the end result in mind. Transitions and processes were simply an inconvenient, necessary means to an end. I found great satisfaction in keeping a spotless house. I took pride in my natural ability to organize. I was comfortable with this energetic, focused sort of life. I saw no need to change my pace or my need for efficiency. 

And then I had children.

And my children take note of the small things because to them they are huge things. They don't walk with a purpose. They enjoy the processes and seem to drag them out even longer than I thought humanly possible. Their pace is one of simplicity, delight and discovery.

When we go on a walk I find myself getting annoyed with the innumerable stops to look at a particular flower or rock or piece of dirt. I feel the angst and tension building inside me. I worry that we're wasting time. I remind them that we need to keep moving ....

And then it hits me ... like a ton of selfish bricks.

Keep moving to where? Why? What's the rush?

Several months ago I came to the realization that I had some serious, deep-rooted changes to make or I would regret it. I was about to miss out on most everything that was crucial and meaningful and vital right now.

Thus began a journey to slow down. Those two words still make me feel a little woozy at times and sometimes I feel that if our walk to the corner takes any longer I'll have to bring camping supplies.

But, we walk ... with absolutely no hurry in our step. And I stand on the sidewalk and watch my children spend countless minutes studying the rocks in sidewalk cracks over and over and over again. And I breathe in slowly, relaxing and remind myself that I am at home for this. I am here to allow for the simplicity of childhood. The beauty of peaceful discovery. The contentment of slowing down. I am not here to hurry through the small things so I can tend to the laundry and maintain a perfect house.


I am here to facilitate peace. I am here to take my time. I am here to encourage and nurture and lead by example. This is a heavy calling, my friends, for someone like me. A calling that has brought me the most fear and the most joy all at the same time.

I'm thankful for a husband and children that have mastered the art of a slow-pace. They have taught me so much in such a short time. I'm learning how to find beauty in the process and learning to let the rest go. Ever so slowly.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Susan - I love this. you have put down some of my exact thoughts here. I still have to be reminded constantly that this is where it counts. To live in each moment. If I can do that, not only do my kids feel loved, but I think I like living this way better anyway. Wonder what this mental attitude would look like without children?