Just to have a little fun with you today I’m going to write how my days unravel before me like:
Life at the Whack-A-Mole
soccer practice shuffle, getting four females dressed, four ponytails cinched, looking up the word polygon so I don’t embarrass my daughter and biff 2nd grade math homework for her, tackle the lily pads of laundry on my bedroom floor, piles of paperwork to sort through, concerted effort to have special time with each child and my husband every day, cleaning something…anything, cook something edible—not to mention my die hard discipline of cranking out 1000K per day.
There’s a glimpse of my life—I might as well be peering above a whack-a-mole. On my endless checklist of things to accomplish, I complete one only to have another little mole head pop up. Little varmint teases me with his jagged smile, furry flea-ridden head…
Another this…another that.
My to-do list is on steroids.
And you know what?
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
However, it’s imperative I march away from the Whack-A-Mole throughout the day to take time to ride the Ferris wheel. Taking time to enjoy the view. My children will only be young for a brief blip on the radar screen of life.
I need to take time to reflect on the beauty of innocence, listening intently to the sound of their laughter, concentrating on their questions, snuggling with them while they still ask to snuggle.
I attended a graduation party over the weekend. It served as a reality check. Wake-up call. Coffee grinds in the nostrils. My kids really will only be young once.
Life demands me to keep whacking those mole heads.
If I’m wise, I’ll remember to carve out time to take in the view from the Ferris wheel.
What views are you enjoying from the Ferris wheel?
*photos by flickr