Have you ever been in autopilot mode when you just do and say without really thinking; you’re more so just used to the routine and the language that comes along with it so you’re not always sensitive to the nuances of the experience.
This is me just about every Monday through Friday from 6:45 am to 7:20 am. This is prime crunch time to get my three kids and me out the door and off to school. My oldest is pretty sufficient in getting ready on her own but she drags her feet because, well because, school. My middle child is learning to get ready on his own but he gets easily distracted so I have to constantly check on him. My youngest, only three-years-old, THINKS he can get ready on his own and TRIES to get ready on his own, but in reality cannot do much more than get his underwear on the right way (and even then I consider that a win).
So there we all are, in the chaos and hustle of pajamas flying off, clothes shuffling to get on, finishing cereal, spilling cereal, cleaning up cereal, wiping down clothes, brushing hair and teeth, getting lunches, backpacks, and shoes on before we are off and ready.
IT'S AMAZING HOW SUCH A SHORT WINDOW OF TIME CAN SPEND MY STRESS LEVELS THROUGH THE ROOF IF I'M NOT INTENTIONAL.
As hectic as it gets I easily get into autopilot mode because I know the routine and what needs to get done. As I direct my children to learn the responsibility of getting ready and time management the one word I constantly hear myself say to them is, “HURRY.” It’s always “hurry” to get your clothes on, “hurry” to eat breakfast, “hurry” to get in the car; you get the idea, “hurry up!”
When I became aware of how much I said this in our morning routine it made me realize how much I say it throughout our day. Before long I heard myself tell them to “hurry” as we were walking to Sunday school at church or “hurry” to grab the Target cart. The word slowly infiltrated my every day activities with my kids to the point that I thought they were going to think it was our family motto.
AS I THOUGHT ABOUT I MORE I REALIZED THAT THEY DIDN'T NEED TO HURRY UP AS MUCH AS I NEEDED TO SLOW DOWN AND GET SOME PATIENCE.
The root of my hurrying them was not so much because we were always on the verge of running late, but it was in my impatience toward their ability (or lack thereof in some cases) to do what was needed in the moment. Side note: when did I forget that I’m working with a two, four, and six-year-old…hello?!
Sure, our weekday mornings are still hectic and chaotic; I don’t think there’s a way around that, lol. Sure, there are times that demand for their refocused attention spans and for me to use the word, “hurry”, but I’ve learned that I am responsible for setting the overall tone and environment for them.
Maybe instead of hurrying them all the time I can restructure our mornings to accommodate how much time it takes for them to get ready. Maybe instead of hurrying them to Sunday school I can enjoy the beautiful day and nice flowers with them as we walk to class. Maybe instead of inviting them into my rushed and fast-paced adult world order, I can jump into their world and go at an intentional pace to take in my surroundings.
MAYBE AMIDST MY TEACHING THEM I CAN LEARN A LESSON OR TWO FROM MY KIDS, WHO, MOST DAYS, SEEM TO ENJOY THE FULLNESS OF LIFE MORE THAN I DO.
How do you prevent yourself from rushing through life so you can enjoy the journey?