I was really in a rush one morning a month or so ago, I couldn't find my car key, nothing was together, and I was dressing Brooks quickly and scraped the snap of his shirt across his forehead as I pulled it off of him. He looked right up at me, opened his mouth wide and cried, and then I started crying too. He stopped crying quicker than I did. He was fine, but it just made me so sad that I was rushing around like that. I don't want to be the "hurry up" mom...or the hurry up friend, aunt, wife....etc.
It made me thing of how I have even rushed my niece. Just a few weekends ago Had and I were leaving the movie theater and we had just enough time to go grab dinner before I needed to be home. As we were walking out she stopped to look at the movie poster on the wall and I almost said "hurry, so we can go get dinner" and instead I made myself just stop and stand there with her. She studied the picture and she said "look ahmi, his reflection is different than his picture" and it was, and I sure wouldn't have noticed the double meaning of the poster. Not that it was super important, but just goes to show how much you miss when you rush!
I know I will rush again, but when I can, I am going to slow down and take it all in more.
here's the link to the blog post, i think we should all read it:
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2013/07/16/the-day-i-stopped-saying-hurry-up/
