Ugh!!! Traffic is not my most favorite thing, especially when my sweethearts are dragging their heels, toes, arms, backpacks, whatever they have. And we're late. But, honestly, we usually aren't these days. Our oldest has grown so incredibly responsible and really has her stuff together. (Proud mama moment!) And the middle actually does, too. Even the littlest usually has her things lined up, ready to go. And the only hurry we run through is usually the morning rituals and getting ready. So lately, we kindof have this thing down. And once the indoor rush is over, we can usually handle whatever traffic issues we may encounter.
And we have time for the pause.
This blessed pause has spared my sure demise so many times. I remember my parents telling my 14 year old self that was learning how to drive to "never immediately go when the light turns green." I think that is probably the most important traffic rule of thumb out there. And blinkers. For the love of God, please be courteous to others and use them. But anyway - I can't tell you how many times I've paused at a green light and have avoided a red-light runner traveling at the speed of sound hitting me broadside.
The pause has undoubtedly spared us all.
Why we are in such a hurry I will never understand. I've become a forced early riser thanks to the local high school's before sunrise start time. There's no way on earth I will let my first born princess get ready and not be awake to help her and see her off. The moments I get with her are becoming fewer and farther between, so I honestly don't mind waking early to get a little bit more of her time. I know friends, boys, school activities, and personal interests are kindof taking over. And I've prepared myself for this for a long time. I get it. I understand what phase she's at. And I will undoubtedly miss her beyond measure when she grows her little wings.
So, I've enjoyed picking her up and bringing her to school even though she can catch the bus. It gives us a little more down time of one on one, and I look forward to her stories. So making sure we leave early enough gives us The Pause together. No traffic, no hurrying, just her and me. And I don't rush it. I think even the quiet early mornings allow her time to be at peace and pause before the day officially begins.
I am thanking God for that down time today. Amidst the craziness of the last grasp - making sure they've been taught all they could while under my roof, I cherish the little non-monumental glimpses of The Pause - the do-nothing moments where we just breathe and be. The Seventh Day of our weeks where time kindof misses its speed and gives us a few empty seconds that allow God to move in and fill it with His love is something that has surely saved our lives.
And we have time for the pause.
This blessed pause has spared my sure demise so many times. I remember my parents telling my 14 year old self that was learning how to drive to "never immediately go when the light turns green." I think that is probably the most important traffic rule of thumb out there. And blinkers. For the love of God, please be courteous to others and use them. But anyway - I can't tell you how many times I've paused at a green light and have avoided a red-light runner traveling at the speed of sound hitting me broadside.
The pause has undoubtedly spared us all.
Why we are in such a hurry I will never understand. I've become a forced early riser thanks to the local high school's before sunrise start time. There's no way on earth I will let my first born princess get ready and not be awake to help her and see her off. The moments I get with her are becoming fewer and farther between, so I honestly don't mind waking early to get a little bit more of her time. I know friends, boys, school activities, and personal interests are kindof taking over. And I've prepared myself for this for a long time. I get it. I understand what phase she's at. And I will undoubtedly miss her beyond measure when she grows her little wings.
So, I've enjoyed picking her up and bringing her to school even though she can catch the bus. It gives us a little more down time of one on one, and I look forward to her stories. So making sure we leave early enough gives us The Pause together. No traffic, no hurrying, just her and me. And I don't rush it. I think even the quiet early mornings allow her time to be at peace and pause before the day officially begins.
I am thanking God for that down time today. Amidst the craziness of the last grasp - making sure they've been taught all they could while under my roof, I cherish the little non-monumental glimpses of The Pause - the do-nothing moments where we just breathe and be. The Seventh Day of our weeks where time kindof misses its speed and gives us a few empty seconds that allow God to move in and fill it with His love is something that has surely saved our lives.

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