Learning to Slow Down
by Beverly Smith
I’m in a hurry to get things done;
I rush and rush until life’s no fun.
All I’ve really got to do is live and die.
But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why.
I had the Alabama boxset. Big fan. The teenage version of me loved this song. I wanted to pick up the pace, shake hands with the clock and be on the roll ready to rock, whatever that means. Clearly, I missed the point.
Fast forward 20 years: add two kids, a big job, and modern technology that never really lets us turn-off. Now I get it.
When I had kids, the feeling of always being rushed was amplified. We’re in a hurry to eat breakfast to get to school on time, we’re in a hurry to get changed for swimming, and we’re in a hurry to brush our teeth for bed. Patience is lost on a toddler’s indecision between tennis shoes or boots, cereal or eggs. “We don’t have time for this,” we say.

Yet, it is in having kids that has made me so aware of this rush and to intentionally find time in my life to move slowly and hopefully share that with others.