This morning Cooter took his math and headed to his room.
Where he started playing one of his CD’s.
At full volume.
And, for the first time with this boy child, I heard myself hollering, “Turn that music down!”
For the love.
He’s eight, y’all.
He really needs to rein it in. What do I have to look forward to when he’s fifteen if he peaks now?
He says the music helps him do his math quicker. As I walked in to make sure he heard me over the music, he looked at me and said, “See I’m already done with one page. It does make me work quicker. My brain works better with music.”
It’s been one of those kinds of days. The ones where time is passing by so quickly I feel as though I am on a Merry Go Round, watching the world continuing to go on around me. And in some respects, without me.
When did the little guy whom I cuddled his first night on this earth and promised all the good things to turn into this music loving, dancing, singing, Star Wars expert, silly joke loving, mischievous, passionate little man?
I don’t even know, y’all.
But I’m going need for time and my children to slow down.
Wishing you all a moment to step off the Merry Go Round or roller coaster or log flumes and just be. Still. In the moment. Stay there for as long as you can. Because I’m learning we can’t stop it from passing–but maybe in appreciating each moment a little more, we can slow time’s passing down.
Love to all.