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"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Parents in a Hurry

Drove past a local Anglican church earlier in the week. On their signboard were the words (or something along those lines):
"Dear God, help me to be patient. But please hurry!"

I burst out laughing immediately. Wish I had stopped the car and taken a picture.
How true... I thought as I drove on... pondering the wisdom of those words.

Patience must be one of the most elusive virtues in modernity. We're constantly in a hurry. I'm constantly hurrying the kids
There are days I just want them to hurry up and grow faster.

But the irony is, when they do, I wish they'd slow down. I'm chewing my nails thinking about the 9 year old heading into puberty.

I'm time obsessed.  Every minute... every second. Without a watch, I'm feel... lost.
I've lived by the clock and I daresay, I'll die by the clock.

I tried in vain to breastfeed by the clock. Didn't work.
I tried to get children to nap by the clock. Worked for the first but the second, well, defies textbooks and rules... in nature and in nous.

Clock obsession is a hard habit to break. But little by little the old ways are being chipped away. It's what happens when you have kids.
You learn to wait because you have to.


  1. oh, I hear ya! PS I love your orange blog design! (you've probably had it like this for ages, but I usually read from google reader, so haven't seen it before)

  2. Only for about 3-4 weeks. :D

    Do you like using Google Reader?


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