I spend hours a week practicing yoga and meditation (ok, maybe it’s only minutes in meditation) with the hopes I’ll slow down. I get all into it –either moving or sitting with the breath so my mind can settle and my body can be calm.
Then class ends, and I rush to roll up my mat, put away my props and be on my way.
I’m still in a hurry.
Like 95% of the time.
When walking the kids to school, I’m usually a step or two in front of them. It doesn’t matter if we’re holding hands, I’ll just pull them along. There’s no stopping to talk about the quoins and sils GL sees on the buildings (because of her architecture study) — nope, I’m in a rush and we need to keep going…
It’s the same thing at bedtime. Hurry up and get in your PJs, brush your teeth, let’s read the book and be done with it.
It was a year ago when I posted this. GL was slowing us down with her training wheels. I wanted to go on family bike rides, but her scooter couldn’t keep up.
Well, she’s not slowing us down on the bike path anymore… GL took off on a two-wheeler!
Actually, it was several months ago, but it wasn’t until this past weekend when it really hit me.
Perhaps it’s because her 7th birthday came and went, but I felt the pinch — my baby is growing up.
Those slow, quiet days when it was just the two of us at home alone are long gone.
Now, we’re bike riding side by side. Soon she’ll want to go off on her own.
Recently, a friend – who has a daughter the same age as M – was saying that in 8 years they’re off to college. At first, I was kind of shocked she’d thought it out so clearly (I can barely plan for the upcoming weekend!), but then I realized 8 years will fly… just as the past 8 years have.
Why such the rush when it’s these moments — NOW — that matter?
3 simple tips to slow down:
Breathe in. Pause.
Breathe out. Pause.
Keep practicing (mindfulness, yoga, meditation…whatever your thing is that wakes you up to the moment).