We drive ourselves crazy trying to keep up. We move frantically through our days. And as a result, we're so tired. So, so tired. When we get honest, we're haunted by the knowledge that life's most beautiful gifts - like lunches with life-long friends - just can't be rushed.
Every morning, we are out of time. Out of patience. Out of motivational ideas worthy of the pages of glossy parenting magazines. I don't have a bike to throw, but I'd toss my cup of coffee at something if I didn't need it so much.
Life with children, especially with toddlers, would so much easier if you had no agenda. Two hours to walk to Starbucks? No Problem. I have nothing else to do. But that life just doesn't exist, except for, maybe, when Granny visits.
What's your hurry during this lifetime? Now in my 50s, I have realized it is about honoring what is in front of us and not trying to do everything at once. All it takes is five minutes, here and there.