I’ve got three adorable girls. Like every parent, I feel they are special. That they’re god’s gift to me.
I’ve learned to love unconditionally and understand what to love without boundaries is because of them.
However I forget to appreciate what I have each time I’m in a rush, and lately I’m always in a hurry.
In this frenzy mode, I’ve turned into a monster. Always screaming, begging and even threatening to get things done ASAP.
I’m not sure why am I rushing but I’m constantly saying “hurry up, we are already late”
Even at bedtime I’m saying it.
There is a dangerous devil in rushing. It blinds you and gives you the fake clarity that you can beat the clock by rushing.
It gives you false confidence that everyone is on board with your need to rush and are working in tandem.
Time and time again, we hear of so many avoidable tragic stories that happened because someone was rushing.
I know it well. When I rush, my mind is preoccupied with too many things. We can’t really multi task, no matter what experts say. We think we’re multi tasking but in reality we just shifting tasks according to their importance. Compartmentalizing it based on their priorities. It’s not working simultaneously.
So why am I suddenly talking about rushing and tragedy?
A 5 year old girl was killed after being run over by her school bus. Sadly this isn’t a first.
It’s sad that someone had to die for me to realise how dangerous rushing is.
I always cringe each time I hear the sound of car screeching its tyres to make up for time lost because one daughter took extra two minutes getting out of the house today. Sounds innocent but that screeching tyre, added with another rushing vehicle and another delayed person only spells disaster.
I pray I find the strength and clarity not to rush. Especially with my youngest who still believes in taking her time and enjoying her every waking moment to be for now, and not get caught in the chase for something later.