I move mostly at one speed - fast.
I think fast. I walk fast. I talk fast. I make fast decisions.
Scott moves at a different pace. It's what I refer to as "south Arkansas slow".
(This is not a derogatory reference for all my friends who live south of Little Rock - I promise! Things just seem to move at a slow pace for most people I know there.)
Scott is slow to respond and to make decisions and to move.
And this is a good thing. He thinks things over. He makes lists. He doesn't try to make life happen - he lets it.
Our girls? They take their south Arkansas slow genes to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL.
MY WORD THEY ARE SLOW.
And I find myself using a two world phrase with them over and over through the day - "Hurry Up!"
It starts from the time they get up. "Hurry up girls........let's get dressed". "Hurry up Hollis - eat your breakfast". "Hurry up Harper - put on your shoes".
"Hurry up girls - get in the car".
"HARPER - HURRY - Buckle your seatbelt"
"Okay - it's naptime - hurry girls - let's get ready for bed!"
"Come on girls - hurry - let's finish our dinners".
And on and on and on.
I hustle them throughout ever minute of the day. And I find myself losing patience with how slow they walk and how long it takes them to get in and out of the car and how they can eat a meal for 45 minutes when I can be done in 3 minutes flat.
I find myself hurrying them and I find myself hurrying time.
And then I catch a picture of a little chubby baby Hollis. Or sweet little toddler Harper.
And I suddenly want to stop time.
In fact - I want to put it in reverse. Or at least maybe slow motion.
Fast is not always best. Moving too quickly can sometimes mean missing precious moments you might have missed. Hurrying the girls along means I might miss just sitting and laughing at the table. It means I might miss stopping in our day to read a book or play make believe. Hurrying the girls means I don't allow time for them to talk to me during the day and really share what's on their little hearts.
I wouldn't mind if they could "pick up the pace" a little........but maybe I could match my pace to theirs and slow down a little.
I don't want to wake up an old women aching for all the moments I missed because I was too busy "hurrying" to something that didn't even matter while missing all the things that really did.