We live a life that is definitely the opposite of slow. No doubt. Maybe we should be Amish. That would be nice.
Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
Monday, April 09, 2007
The opposite of slow
This boy does everything fast. To get him to sit still is miraculous. He's growing too fast. Talking too fast, doing everything too fast. He's so attached to me, it's both a blessing and a curse. Not a curse. Not really that but sometimes a double edged sword. How can you be a mamma, a part time business person, a fixer, a doer, a cleaner, and balance all that with the emotions of a normal woman but add in all the other stuff I think and remember and worry about? How does it all get balanced? I don't know. Fast. It's like a short order chef, throwing things on a plate. I gladly do it for these boys. For this little one. There's nothing slow around here. If you don't stop and focus, you will most definitely miss it. Words that he couldn't say right, now he does and I can't remember how he used to say it that made it so cute. And the Oldest, getting so high and mighty with his thoughts and opinions. TOO fast. I'm almost caught off guard.
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