Voices
let go of daily distraction and grasp
what matters in life. And living at a
slower pace still takes a concerted
effort. My younger daughter is my
living reminder of why I must keep
trying. In fact, the other day, she
reminded me once again.
The two of us had taken a bike
ride to a sno-cone shack while
on vacation. After purchasing a
cool treat for my daughter, she
sat down at a picnic table delightedly admiring the icy tower
she held in her hand.
Suddenly a look of worry
came across her face. “Do I have
to rush, Mama?”
I could have cried. Perhaps
the scars of a hurried life don’t
ever completely disappear, I
thought sadly.
As my child looked up at me
waiting to know if she could take
her time, I knew I had a choice. I
could sit there in sorrow thinking about the number of times I
rushed my child through life... or I
could celebrate the fact that today
I’m trying to do thing differently. )$