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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.

2 comments:

  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)

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

    Do you like using Google Reader?

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