This morning as I was rushing my girls to get ready for church a thought occurred to me, a thought that comes to me whenever I’m rushing to get somewhere.
I’m raising a white rabbit.
I realized that today, like most days when I’m trying to get my kids ready and actually leave on time, that I say “we’re going to be late” or “hurry, hurry!” about a dozen times. What kind of impression is this leaving on my kids? The answer? Let me share a little story with you. Not too long ago I told my girls that we would be going to the grocery store. I instructed them that after they finished breakfast they would need to get bathed and dressed and then brush their teeth. Like the good little girls they are they finished their breakfast then went upstairs to get in the tub. The morning went smooth with no real issues (go figure, we weren’t on a schedule!) In not much time they were dressed and ready to leave. *A little side not here, whenever we go anywhere we have to doggy proof our house because our beloved creature, Maverick, gets a little anxious when we leave. Lets just say he’s a nervous eater and a little high strung when he’s by himself.So my girls were ready and heading out the door when my oldest turns and shouts back in to me while I’m doggy proofing “Mom! We need to hurry. We’re going to be late!” She said it with such desperation, as if the world hinged on us getting to the grocery store “on time.” I sighed internally and explained to her that we were not late, that we did not have to be at the store at any particular time, and that we were OK. It was at this moment that I realized that most of the time when my girls are getting ready either my husband or myself are not far from them urging them to move quicker so we wont be late. So much so that any time we get ready to go anywhere my oldest just assumes we need to hurry or we’ll be late. I’ve been trying to be better, trying to take a breath and realized that it’s OK to be a little late sometimes, life will go on. Don’t get me wrong, we should be on time to church, or appointments, or any other obligations we have, but I think in the hubbub and stress of our high paced lives we forget that in the midst of all our rushing sometimes our children get lost in the confusion of the race. What’s the solution to this problem? I have no idea. However, I have made it a goal that even if we are late I will not let my anxiety affect my children. It’s kind of a lofty goal, but it’s something I’m going to work on and strive towards.