I often blame myself when things go wrong. Don’t we all? I don’t know if it is a mom thing or a woman thing or a human thing. But I’ll tell you what. I don’t often see a dad blaming himself for not foreseeing that their kid was going to need new shoes for Easter.
Hurry. We are late.
Hurry. I’m going to be late for work. Your friends are waiting for you.
Hurry. My coffee it getting cold.
Hurry. The inbox is overflowing.
Hurry. I’m late for that appointment.
Hurry. It’s time to get the groceries.
Hurry. You need to get your homework done.
Hurry. We have to get to Scouts.
Hurry. I forgot you have that thing.
Hurry. Get in your PJs.
Hurry. Potty and teeth. It’s time for bed.
We need to start enjoying each other.
We need to stop hurrying.
We need to slow down.
I need to slow down.
When will I slow down?
All this hurry leaves little time for…anything.
I don’t want all their memories to be of mommy hurrying them through life.
I need to slow down
I need to stop hurrying.
Today’s crossover event is brought to you by Five Minute Friday and Two Writing Teachers. I am publishing for their 17th annual Slice of Life challenge. Today’s FMF word prompt is dedicate. The rules are simple. Write for five minutes. There is no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, punctuation. It is unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Have you ever considered the difference between motivation and dedication? Think about it. What comes to mind? As someone who struggles with motivation but is actually highly successful, one would assume that I am very dedicated.
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My kids have almost always reached for my morning coffee. Occasionally I would let them have sips. But after a while I started to worry about stunted growth and caffeine craziness.
Continue readingI wouldn’t say that my kidneys are broken. I mean—they work. They are doing everything they are supposed to do. They just do a little more. They like to make lovely not-so-tiny kidney stones. Then those stones like to move around and block things. In both kidneys. At the same time. Both ways. Uphill. In the snow.
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Every ending is a new beginning. These past 15-17 months have seen a lot of endings and beginnings.
The beautiful daffodils that bloomed just days after the flood.After the terrible flood that changed the course of my life and marriage, I never thought I would see the rainbow. We spent days along with family and friends shoveling out our home. Each visit back to the house brought heartache, anger, and anxiety. Nothing was the same. Nothing would ever be the same.
Sometimes, when the feelings start to creep in, you need to take a deep breath.
EXHALE
I release my feeling of sadness. I will no longer feel weighed down by my losses. I will rejoice in celebration of love and life and memories.
Karyn In The Kitchen 