I'm feeling a little philosophical today. Maybe it's because I am sitting in a quiet car, waiting for Daniel.
Anyway, I just witnessed a mother and 3 or 4 children walk into the high school, a boy about 4 trailing behind a few steps. As his mother and sisters opened the door and started going in, he picked up his pace while repeating, "Wait for me. Wait for me, Mom!"
The mother didn't look at all like she was going to leave him behind and I suspect he didn't really believe that she would either. But it didn't stop him from pleading for her to wait.
I wondered how often my own kids feel like I'm not waiting for them. (Sometimes I'm seriously tempted not to!)
And I thought of the times I've felt the same way. Sometimes the world around us and even those who love us seem unable to slow down and wait for us. At times like these we find our steps quicken in an effort to not be left behind.
Slow down world! We are all headed for the same place. Let's go together. And maybe we can hold onto those little ones to keep them from getting too distracted and noticing too late that they've fallen behind.
The End. ;)
It's deep and true - I like it!
ReplyDeleteSee, philosophical pondering has it merits. In your case, as a small child, your anxiety was voiced with the phrase, "Let me do it." Naturally, that was a challenge for me, and your mom, to slow down and let you do it.
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