Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Time is Love


Isn't it funny how life can change your perspective?

And how you can think you have it figured out and then realize you had it all wrong?

I used to think it was really important for my house to be super clean (and don't get me wrong, I'm not saying my house was always super clean) and for life to be organized.  I'd get really stressed if I wasn't ahead of schedule on everything.  Type A.  Or maybe Type AAA.  ;)  

When Savannah was a baby, I never napped.  I was always working, cleaning, or doing some sort of project while she rested.  After all, time is money, right?

Today while driving home from therapy, I heard a song on the radio... and I thought it was so true.
I had it all wrong.  Time isn't money.  Time is love. 

And a few years later, and maybe a little bit wiser... 
I find myself spending more time cuddling, rocking, napping, watching animated movies, laying in the yard and picking out shapes in the clouds, and letting the kids make a mess.

Because after all... the projects and the mess will be here tomorrow. 
And the little girls who think sleeping in Mommy's bed is the greatest thing ever?  Not so much.
Time is love.


I know I gotta put in the hours and make the money while the sunlight shines.  But anything I gotta get done, it can get done some other time.  Time is love.  Gotta run.  I'd love to hang longer but I've got someone who waits for me and right now she's where I need to be.  Time is love. Gotta run.

2 comments:

JenHeath said...

So funny ... I was talking about something similar with my mom yesterday. I was saying that I think parenting two kids is easier than parenting one. When I had Jackson ... especially after his PIS diagnosis ... I was focused, focused, focused on doing everything 110% correctly. Now, with Oliver to care for too ... I'm just trying to "survive" and enjoy all the little moments with the two of them at this age. People were right when they kept saying "you need to have another baby" every time I said I was stressed. Hugs!

Lauren said...

So true, Jen. And I think watching the first one grow so fast puts the second one in perspective... you know firsthand those long nights will end quickly and be a fuzzy memory. I think knowing Savannah is about to go to Kindergarten has me sentimental...in the fall when my house is quiet, I'm going to wish I had my babies back to distract me all day long!