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I love reading other blogs.
I am the first to admit that I seldom get to do it as often as I’d like, but I do my best. Today I was scanning around on Facebook and I came across a blog post title that really grabbed my attention. It was called The Day I Stopped Saying “Hurry Up” from the amazing blogger Hands Free Mama.
In a nutshell, this post was about author Rachel Macy Stafford and her then life as controled by her Type-A personality (just like me.)
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.
That all changed when Rachel was blessed 6 years ago with a “laid-back, carefree, stop-and-smell-the roses type of child.” (Read more here)
What followed was a story and a revelation that had me feeling a combination of sorrow and hope after reading it. Rachel and I are the scary similar…right down to the carefree child that always wants to take her time and savor the moment (my Sara who is 7). We often (it’s summer vacation here) leave the house in rush with Sara still in her pajamas. Not because she is stubborn and won’t change, she just doesn’t care and thinks she looks fine.
Instead of “hurry up,” my habit is to bark out “chop! chop! let’s move!” like some sort of demented drill sergeant. Our 7 year-old daughter is the laid back stop-and-blow-on-dandelions child that gets the brunt of my “hurry up! chop!chop!” pressure.
Bedtimes are especially tough for my “we-must-stay-on-schedule!” personality. My husband (who is a little kid in a big body) is always finding ways to create pandemonium during bedtime. From dropping bad gas in each child’s and laughing at their mock disdain to a “quick game of hide-and-seek,” he sends our cherubs to bed laughing. LATE, but laughing.
I need to see that for the blessing that it is instead of the annoyance I seem to think it is.
I know I need to change, and thanks to this wonderful article, I will 🙂
Please read more of Rachel’s article HERE.
