I hate my children being told to hurry up. Hate it with a passion. Hearing “Come on!” said in a terse manner or “Hurry up!” in an impatient tone not only makes me cringe, it makes me down right mad.
Why should they hurry so much? They’re children and there’s much to see, do and experience. Just because the rest of the world is whizzing around trying to get everything done at a ridiculous pace, it doesn’t mean that they need to as well. There will be plenty of time for that when they are older for that.
I particularly dislike it being directed at Kahlei who is such a free spirit. I don’t want her become disillusioned and have that innocent wonder disappear just because those around her aren’t taking the time to enjoy life and be themselves.
And so it makes me increasingly frustrated when we have a day like today, when I find myself getting impatient and hear those dreaded words coming out of my own mouth.
The worst part? We didn’t actually have anywhere to be, no appointment we might be late for, not a soul waiting on us and yet I was huffing and carrying on about getting done.
Every time I told my girls to “Just come on!” I would grit my teeth and berate myself. And then I would do it again. So, I made myself stop, breath and start again.
Which worked for all of five minutes.
I can’t even put a finger on why I was so tense or what I was in a hurry for.
Thankfully, naptime came giving me a chance for a quiet regroup. When naptime was the only thing ‘hurried up’ about our whole day, I decided an afternoon watching Beauty and the beast was in order and that was just what we all needed.
Tomorrow’s a new day and we won’t be in a hurry, but I am still annoyed at myself.
How do I counteract these kinds of days and do what I actually believe in, instead of letting the day’s mood or situation run my mouth without my consent?
It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. Hypocrite much?