It can wait…

“Time is money”, “You don’t get this time back”, “Time flies”, “Spend time with those you love”, “Where did the time go?” Time, time, time. There is never enough time in a day, week, month, year, and lifetime. I wish I could get all the time back that I wasted, but I can’t. I have always told my boys to live with no regrets. Easier said than done, I know, and I have taken it to heart lately. Life is too short, even if we are given 100 years, it is still too short.

When my oldest son was a baby, he had a bath at the same time every day. I felt that if I didn’t do this, something terrible would happen. When my second son came along, he was lucky to get a bath every couple of days. I realized they would not die if they did not have a bath at the same time every day. It can wait.

I remember when the boys were young. It seemed I was always in a hurry. Gotta do this. Gotta do that. I had my hands in so many different projects that I didn’t know if I were coming or going. I remember always telling them to “hurry up!” I can’t even explain to you what I would give to get those moments back when they were little. All the things I felt I had to accomplish could have waited.

After being with their father for 13 years, I divorced him. I do not regret it at all. My boys were four and eight at the time. We have had fun together, at least I think so. They might have a different perspective on the issue, and I’m sure I have conveniently forgotten the grim days, and I am only remembering the happy times. I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. Why focus on the bad? There is enough of that in this world, and I prefer to look at the positive.

A lot of things for me have been put into perspective this past year, and I realized most of the things I did should have waited. The bed does not have to be made immediately when I get out of it. It can wait. I do not have to vacuum twice a week. It can wait. I don’t have to go to the grocery store on Thursday. It can wait until Friday. I am that person that is always on the go and I hit the floor running every morning. What am I trying to prove? I haven’t figured that part out yet. I need to smell those flowers I pass everyday.