Slow Down
I was recently plucking warm tousled laundry out of a laundry basket and folding each piece one by one. Each folded article went into the stack of the person it belonged to. Ben's stack was taking significantly more time because all of his clothes were inside out. They always are. I made a prompt announcement that went something like, "From now on, if your clothes are put in the dirty clothes basket inside out, then they'll be put away inside out."
It was like I was a kid again. Standing in my mom's laundry room, her saying the same thing to me. Except it was me saying it this time. What I'm trying to say is the damn tables have turned.
Growing up, elders were always always rambling on about how fast time flies. When Violet was first born, or even when I was pregnant, people would give me advice on how I need to enjoy it because she'll be two, then twelve, then twenty before I know it. When I was a child and heard the time flies talk I would respond with nothing more than a subtle eye roll, then run off to do better things like dig in the dirt. Now I know, those old people knew what the hell they were talking about.
I'm almost always willing to sit and listen to old people talk and ramble. There's a richness in their stories and much to be learned I feel. Many of their tales derive from such a simpler time, a time that I believe we should aim to be more like.
"One day, you're 17 and you're planning for someday. And then, quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life. " - John Green
It was like I was a kid again. Standing in my mom's laundry room, her saying the same thing to me. Except it was me saying it this time. What I'm trying to say is the damn tables have turned.
Growing up, elders were always always rambling on about how fast time flies. When Violet was first born, or even when I was pregnant, people would give me advice on how I need to enjoy it because she'll be two, then twelve, then twenty before I know it. When I was a child and heard the time flies talk I would respond with nothing more than a subtle eye roll, then run off to do better things like dig in the dirt. Now I know, those old people knew what the hell they were talking about.
I'm almost always willing to sit and listen to old people talk and ramble. There's a richness in their stories and much to be learned I feel. Many of their tales derive from such a simpler time, a time that I believe we should aim to be more like.
"One day, you're 17 and you're planning for someday. And then, quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life. " - John Green
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