A mother is the central pivot around which the whole world revolves. Her world might be a small one but still it is the most important thing in her life.
Whether she is a working women or a housewife working in her home; her aim is always to keep things in order and to keep things moving. The orders of the husband, the demands of the children and the requirements of daily life keep her on her toes.
I see myself running as soon as I get up in the morning to setup things for my family before they rise. The day continues pretty much on a spin and I often hear myself say “Hurry up, walk fast, hurry up! We are getting late.”
Whether it is to comb my kid’s hair or to dress him up, pack the tiffin or to do many of the little tasks that need to be done.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, fast, fast, do it fast!
But today I slowed down, not because there were fewer things to be done or because it was a holiday.
“Mummy, you have to do it slowly; slow like a snail.”
I thought I didn’t hear it right the first time and asked him again and he repeated it
“Slow as a Snail.”
Then he clarified, every time I rush him, he falters and I grumble and then I yell. Then I rush some more.
And it got me thinking…….
Where is the fun and the enjoyment of doing all the simple things?
Why is it a race, who are we trying to win from?
When are we going to just enjoy the journey?
As I heard him I stopped and checked myself; is this how my child sees me?
A harassed lady hurrying up everything she does, just trying to complete the numerous things of the day.
Rushing her kid and family and teaching him to rush through life?
This is not the message I want to send across, I want him to enjoy his life, to stop and smell the roses and if he misses his bus; so be it.
I am sure our drive to school will yield another stimulating conversation.
So now we go slowly, slow as a tortoise but not a snail J!