Much thought has been dealing with the fact that my youngest, "Zach" will be going into kindergarten this year and how weird it is to think that I am really that OLD!!!! I don't feel that old, except when I'm doing sports, getting out of bed, chasing my children, or trying to run more than 3 miles. Isn't that with everyone though? I look back at growing up and realize that I always thought my parents were so old, and now that they have hit their mid 60's I realize they are still young chickens... Which helps me in my case. Minds can play such a nasty trick on us. I realize that sometimes In my ageing years I have gotten a little more impatient. For instance, I was at the store with Zach and all he wanted to do was take his time at the .25 cent luxury three tier bright red treasure candy-junk toy selection, and all I wanted to do after finally finding everything at the store was to get the heck out of there!!! I realize that this is the only reason he comes with me and in time he will get to the point of not wanting to come with me anywhere.... We have all had those horror stories of the trips to the store, I totally understand, been there done that also, but
this time he was just taking his time like we do in order to decide which ice-cream to buy or which product would be a better buy, and while they wait for US to decide I know they are thinking ."What is taking her so long, we have been down this aisle twice and you have picked up 8 different ice-creams." He has learned it all from me and all he wanted was his own time, and the respect at his happy spot, that he deserved for sticking it out at the store with me. So many things I take in a racing pace. Gotta learn to slow down and enjoy the ride.... If only I had like a shock collar on sometimes to remind me of the great moments that we usually rush through. When he finally made up his mind of what toy he wanted, he turned the knob all the way around, which took at least 2 minutes and then I watched his expression change as he opened the silver lid and pulled out his sticky creature, his eyes lit up and was giggling with delight. Saying "That's the one I wanted mom." Priceless moment. Those are the joys that help you sleep at night and make it worth getting up in the morning to start all over again.
Much thought has been dealing with the fact that my youngest, "Zach" will be going into kindergarten this year and how weird it is to think that I am really that OLD!!!! I don't feel that old, except when I'm doing sports, getting out of bed, chasing my children, or trying to run more than 3 miles. Isn't that with everyone though? I look back at growing up and realize that I always thought my parents were so old, and now that they have hit their mid 60's I realize they are still young chickens... Which helps me in my case. Minds can play such a nasty trick on us. I realize that sometimes In my ageing years I have gotten a little more impatient. For instance, I was at the store with Zach and all he wanted to do was take his time at the .25 cent luxury three tier bright red treasure candy-junk toy selection, and all I wanted to do after finally finding everything at the store was to get the heck out of there!!! I realize that this is the only reason he comes with me and in time he will get to the point of not wanting to come with me anywhere.... We have all had those horror stories of the trips to the store, I totally understand, been there done that also, but 
this time he was just taking his time like we do in order to decide which ice-cream to buy or which product would be a better buy, and while they wait for US to decide I know they are thinking ."What is taking her so long, we have been down this aisle twice and you have picked up 8 different ice-creams." He has learned it all from me and all he wanted was his own time, and the respect at his happy spot, that he deserved for sticking it out at the store with me. So many things I take in a racing pace. Gotta learn to slow down and enjoy the ride.... If only I had like a shock collar on sometimes to remind me of the great moments that we usually rush through. When he finally made up his mind of what toy he wanted, he turned the knob all the way around, which took at least 2 minutes and then I watched his expression change as he opened the silver lid and pulled out his sticky creature, his eyes lit up and was giggling with delight. Saying "That's the one I wanted mom." Priceless moment. Those are the joys that help you sleep at night and make it worth getting up in the morning to start all over again.
4 comments:
I took Sage shopping today and thought of you! Why is it so much easier to cherish the moments when they are asleep than when you're in the thick of it! Those pictures of Zack are so cute!
I feel like blogging helps us recognize those moments even more. You want to capture everything you can. Thanks for sharing!
What's this? All of a sudden miss "newbie" blogger comes up with this fantabulous story and has the technique of a seasoned veteran so say it so perfectly. GOODNESS. I'm cashing in. Done. There's no hope anymore.
I see you've gotten the links removed from your "slide" show. Good good...and you have a music player embedded. Yay!! Johns awesome!
That was beautiful. Didn't know you had it in you. :) I'll be your shock collar if you want. I think I'd do a great job.
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