I was always too busy to slow down growing up.
My feet to quick for my pigeon-toed feet, turning just enough inward to trip me on an almost daily basis. Whenit was my turn to lead the line in class, one teacher had me walk one foot in front of the other to slow me down for the laggers trying to extend the respite from classroom and desks and learning.
Quick to finish the multiplication tables, quick to recite the Gettysburg Address (I think my record was 49 seconds in 5th grade)quick to read the chapters in class silently, reading ahead to give me something to do until everyone else finished.
Too quick to read all of the directions, scanning to see the general idea and plowing ahead, quick to assume, quick to misjudge.
Now life is too quick. I’m awake, I make breakfast and make a list for the day.
Then life speeds by, the list is lost, the list is changed. Nighttime and everything is pushed back, the day a blur.
Life is a blur to me. I grasp to remember memories, my always- horrible memory blurring life like the pencil lead across the page, making the letters and words blurry.
One minute Wonder Boy is snuggled in a baby swing, then he is in a jumper, now he climbs the couch like a mountaineer, crowing with pleasure as he looks down the other side, flat and treacherous as Half Dome.
My husband, sweet and poetic, holding my hand in high school. Bringing me donuts from his first job, standing at the end of the aisle, swinging his son overhead.
Please, please slow down a little life.
May 13, 2011 @ 9:46 pm
This feels all too familiar. I loved the image of memory like the pencil lead blurred on the page. And I found the section about your husband very touching.
May 13, 2011 @ 10:10 pm
It amazes me how life is just speeding by! We should all take time for time…
Alison@Mama Wants This
May 14, 2011 @ 1:22 am
Oh I can so relate to this. I do everything too fast as well, and life is speeding by me. Just this week I remarked to my husband about how fast time is going by. Need. To. Slow. Down. Love your post!
Stopped by from #TRDC.
The Reason You Come
May 14, 2011 @ 2:54 am
Just like you, I’m also pleading with life to slow down, even a teeny weeny bit!
May 14, 2011 @ 3:19 am
I know exactly how you feel, my girls are getting so big. It is scary.
May 16, 2011 @ 10:12 am
I can relate to this. My daughter is almost as tall as me. She wants me by her side for lots of things and I always wonder how long that is going to last. That is why I have to remember to enjoy every moment while it is here because it does go by so fast.
Visiting from TDRC…