My child has taken an interest in time. Reading clocks, counting seconds, informing anyone with ears each time a minute passes.
Last week as we were driving somewhere, he told me it was 4:47 p.m. Then, he wanted to know how to go back to 4:46. He wanted that minute back. I explained how that wasn’t an option and he said something that stayed with me, “But mom, I was just sitting here in the van. I wasn’t doing anything good or fun when that minute changed! We need to make a button to push to get it back! Please, can we do that?”
Did anyone else feel a little skip in their heart? I did. Isn’t it awesome how a child’s perspective can be so refreshing? We can get so busy doing life, we forget to live it. I was suddenly flooded with images of thousands of minutes that have come and gone in my life, never to be seen again. What did I do with them all?
While I’m not as concerned with them being all fun like he was. I do wonder, did I do things that were helpful or productive or inspiring or worthwhile? Were those precious minutes used in a way that I don’t want to push the time button? Throughout the next few days I really made a point to think about this.
Like Sunday, when we were all at home resting after a busy morning. The house was quiet (rare) so, I asked my husband, “If you could play any song for me, what would it be?” It’s this little game we play sometimes. He got on his phone for only a few seconds because he knew right away what song to pick. Then I hear, Body Like a Back Road, by Sam Hunt playing. I had to giggle.
For one, he hates country music. For two, it’s just funny to hear lyrics like that after all these years. We started dancing in the living room. The kids looked up from playing with big smiles. With all this time talk fresh on my mind, I smiled knowing those 3 minutes were spent well.
I also thought about it while reading. My kids love Curious George. He’s been a big part of our daily life for many years now. They love the books, movies and stuffed animals. We have a favorite book about George going to a chocolate factory.
They always want to flip straight to the page with the chocolates and their description. (Who can blame them? It is chocolate we’re talking about.) Doing this bypasses so many good pages and parts of the story. They’re ok with that, but I’m not. I want them to experience the whole story. In the book and in life.
How many times have I also wanted to just get to the good part? Like not enjoying the journey to the beach, only seeking the arrival. Looking toward the weekends, often disregarding the days between. When I worked, I watched for the clock to hit 5 p.m. Sometimes looking at the minutes before 5 as a waste, not an opportunity. The time button question has really caused me to reflect on many aspects of, well…time.
Let’s talk about grumbling.
I find myself grumbling sometimes. Do you ever do that? I have an ever-expanding list of things to be thankful for, yet at times I can get irritated easily or be quick to anger. Why? Why spend that ten minutes in anger? Why spend that five minutes unhappy over trivial things? Why spend those days dwelling or worrying about things beyond my control?
I’m starting to be more aware and ask myself, is this really worth using my minutes? Typically, the answer is no.
Maybe you already think about this (I thought I did) but I definitely needed this reminder.
Am I being mindful of how I utilize minutes or am I searching for the time button to push and get them back?