She looked me straight in the eyes this past weekend, took a deep breath, told me to do the same and then said, “Just slow down.”
Saturday night was one of those very memorable nights, on many levels, but I twirled the night away deep belly laughing with my 2 best friends in Chicago, their husbands, and one of their mothers. (Yes, this is the three of us. Yes, this was the best picture we could get and no, we didn’t think it was phenomenal, but I’m learning that having pictures always outweighs the quality of said pictures.)
It was one of those nights you just can’t plan, but that turn out to be exactly what you’d hoped.
Around 8:45 pm, one of my friends, the mother and I were sitting around the kitchen island. Everyone else started scurrying about, “C’mon, guys, it’s time to go.” My eyes lit up, and I must have had that sense of urgency, rushed look (that I always have) on my face when the Mother said, “You feel rushed a lot, don’t you?”
“What?” I replied.
“You’re always in a hurry, and you live a fast, rushed life, don’t you?”
It didn’t take me long to respond, “Yes. Totally accurate. And I don’t want it to be that way.”
So she took a deep breath, told me to do the same, and then said, “Just slow down.” She grabbed my hands and told me – there, now you have the power to slow down.
The very next morning (yesterday), I grabbed myself two chicken sausages and a coconut milk latte, sat down at my gate, and opened up the old laptop.
I looked at my Editorial Calendar for the blog this week (posts I have planned to write, other planning tasks for the blog), and I saw the post for Wednesday pop up, “You are Two, Amiya.”
S#$% – I had forgotten all about the fact that Maya’s birthday is already this week, so I opened up her birthday post from last year, when she turned one, “You Are One, Amiya.”
I read it, then re-read it, and read it yet again.
Tears filled my eyes. Yes, that woman all airport emotional.
But it hit me that our little Bee is another year bigger and while every single day feels snail-ish, the years are flying.
Meanwhile, I don’t know it – any of it, because I live so so fast. I rush from one thing to the next, both physically and mentally, without skipping a beat.
Instantly, I remembered the words from the prior night…..slow down. So basic and real, yet so far from how I actually live on a daily basis.
When I got home, I squeezed the babies, then took a shower, unpacked my suitcase (yes, immediately – the first time in years), and then Ryan, the kids and I spent the night grilling out with my brother-in-law and his son.
I cut potatoes slowly, snapped the ends of off beans in entirety, and enjoyed every last bite of the salmon my brother-in-law brought down from Minneapolis.
I stopped to watch my nephew read a book to Samarah, held Isaiah when he wanted to be held (until he became too heavy for me), and did little videos with Amiya the Bee outside (in anticipation of her 2nd birthday on Wednesday).
Will I ever live a super slow life? No. I’m not built that way, and I think that’s okay.
But do I need to slow way down? Yes. Yes, I really do.
It’s like the can wait scenario.
The more we can wait, the better the journey is. We are left with experiencing and embracing all that we have for the only day and moment we are guaranteed – today.
Just slow down.
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