Rush, rush, rush, all I do is rush around thinking that I just can't keep up with life, but this morning I realized it is actually the complete opposite. . .
While nearing the end of a large hill that ends in a traffic light, I realized I was coasting at a rather fast pace, and then quickly realized I was coming up on the stopped line of cars a bit too fast as well. While my brain was processing my speed and deciding on the correct amount of pressure to apply to my brake pedal, my 2 year old back seat driver says, "Uh-oh Mommy ssspcrrrsh (insert crash sound there)!" When I asked him what he meant and if he thought we were going to crash, he said, "yeah, Mommy." (It wasn't that bad, remember I was conversating with a 2 year old who can barely see out the front window)- but, I almost could have cried, through my internal laughter at his realism- but I took a moment and thought to myself that life is just too damn slow to drive fast. When you get lost in the routine hum drum you forget to enjoy the moments around you. You become robotic, going through the motions as fast as you can so as to accomplish your growing to do list before it becomes a to-morrow list. Life happens at an incredibly slow pace when you think about it. We're all just too driven to lay off the accelerator and utilize the cruise control button and take in all that is life. So put on the brakes, you're running out of life. Life is too slow to drive fast.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Preface:
Me, teacher, sitting at my desk working on getting things ready for the day. No students have entered the room as of yet. Suddenly, one boy enters the room, noticeably out of breath as he huffs and puffs through the door. Me, choosing not to look up, as I think to myself: Really, already, ugh another day in the world of fourth graders... When as loud as fourth grade boy possible...
"Mrs. Reges my tongue fell out!!!!!"
As I almost spit my coffee out and swiftly lift my head up to see if blood was all over the place and if I needed to call an ambulance (while not thinking that the boy was able to say that exclamation without slurring or stuttering)
Annnnnd only to find the boy holding his tongue- yes he indeed WAS holding his tongue... from his shoe.
Me, teacher, sitting at my desk working on getting things ready for the day. No students have entered the room as of yet. Suddenly, one boy enters the room, noticeably out of breath as he huffs and puffs through the door. Me, choosing not to look up, as I think to myself: Really, already, ugh another day in the world of fourth graders... When as loud as fourth grade boy possible...
"Mrs. Reges my tongue fell out!!!!!"
As I almost spit my coffee out and swiftly lift my head up to see if blood was all over the place and if I needed to call an ambulance (while not thinking that the boy was able to say that exclamation without slurring or stuttering)
Annnnnd only to find the boy holding his tongue- yes he indeed WAS holding his tongue... from his shoe.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Better Late Than Never...
And so it starts... Following in the awesome blogging footsteps of my hubby, my sister-in-law, and friend, I set out on a new journey to chronicle times like these- moments of my life that I want to forever remember, but might easily forget. I'll share a few wonderful memories via video that remind me there is a silver lining, and times like these-- is mine.
Personalize your own free digital scrapbooking design |
Scrapbooking design made with Smilebox |
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)