It was one of those mornings. Exhausted from a long night with the puppy, I rolled over for one more snooze as my husband was leaving for work. That 10 minutes turned into 40 until my daughter's face was suddenly next to my bed.
"Mommy, I am hungry."
Sunlight was cascading into my room in an unusual way--brighter than it should have been. It was my first clue that we were running very late for school. Welcome to Tuesday!
I popped out of bed in a panic and urged the children to get on their uniforms while I ran down to pop waffles in the toaster, bacon in the microwave and the puppy out to potty. I dashed back inside from the blustery morning, barefoot and barely awake to find my girl exactly as I had left her--curls a mess, in her pajamas and watching me.
She should have been dressed or at least dressing. Instead she just stood there--smiling. Instead of her smile calming me, it sent me reeling. Why doesn't she get it? It was not my finest moment.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you dressed? Sweetie, we are VERY LATE. Get upstairs. Now!"
She stood there frozen, still studying my face...
Tears welled up in her eyes and she quietly responded, "I just needed to know about the weather."
My heart hurt. K is such a good girl. She doesn't talk back. She is loving, kind, hard working, eager to please.
I knelt down to her face, still flustered and frustrated, but also convicted. "I am sorry for freaking out. I love you. You are such a precious girl. I just need for you to learn to hurry. When will you learn to hurry?"
The words reverberated in my head and heart. This frantic, rushing pace is a learned trait. There are so many things I want to teach her...but is this one of them? Or is this an area where the Lord is using her sweet spirit to teach me?
I believe that it is important to raise responsible children--who
respect other people and their time. Truthfully, I am the one who
overslept. I was the one in a panic. When I hurry I freak out, plain and simple. I put 'getting there' or 'getting it done' ahead of the people and relationships in my life.
I wasn't particularly concerned about the weather, her day or (gulp) her heart. I just wanted to be on time--responsible and put together. I apologized to her and as we drove to school I had time to apologize to God. As the conversation replayed in my head I heard my voice: "You are such a precious girl, K. I just need for you to learn to hurry.
When will you learn to hurry?"
Then I felt the Lord's words on my heart: Part of her precious spirit is the fact that she hasn't yet learned to hurry. I love you, Jen. You are precious to me and I need you to learn when to slow down.