Perspective is a wonderful thing!
Every week-day morning of the school term, I get up
and the morning insanity begins. A frantic combination of ‘Get up!’; ‘Brush
your teeth’, ‘come on, what’s taking you so long in the bathroom? Your brother
is waiting to go’, ‘concentrate on eating please, you have to leave in two
minutes’, ‘Where’s your sports-bag?’, ‘Don’t forget your lunch’ …and so it goes
on. If the boys aren’t out the door by 7.30am at the latest, the traffic is too
heavy and they’re late for school. It’s a stressful and often frustrating
process. Regardless of how organised we are, or how early we rise, it’s nearly always
the same last minute rush, and [honestly] not-particularly-enjoyable process of
bundling them in the car and rushing off to fight the morning traffic.
This morning, it was Dad’s turn to do the driving. After
the boys had left, I sat at my desk, preparing for the day, and glanced out my
window. Across the road, a family of four were in the ‘bundling them in the car’
process [their school is closer and starts later than ours]. As the three older
children – all dressed up in their neat, well-pressed uniforms, neatly combed
hair, clean teeth, school bags and hats in place – lined up to put their things
in the car, with the father helping them, the younger sibling, dressed in a pink
tutu pranced around the car and the Mum hovered about like a bumble bee, busily
checking all was in place. I paused at my work and took in the scene and was
amazed that from an outsider’s perspective, it all looked so beautiful. I’m
very familiar with the bumble-bee Mum’s participation in the process, and could
see she was just as anxious as I am each morning to get them all in and on
their way on time. But, I was simultaneously surprised to realise what a
special and precious time it was in the lives of that family, all together
being guided towards a single purpose. The mundane morning insanity suddenly
took on a whole new light and instead of a thing of stress and difficulty,
became a precious gift of love and unity.
It’s a marvellous gift; a gift to be treasured and used regularly; perhaps, a gift that could really make a difference in our world if society employed it more often.
Mary Wong, beautifully written. How so True! X
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