When my children and I step out of the house at 8.30 a.m. everyday, we look like every other family, all polite smiles and greetings.
If anyone had stepped in to our home, just ten minutes before this, they would have seen our ‘morning madness’.
It’s like a classic Maths problem. Family N has 35 minutes in which to get ready. Family N has 4 members. Each member needs to complete 6 tasks within the 35 minutes, and share resources. What is the most efficient way of doing this…?
I am still looking for answers to this one. Add a yelling mom to this combination (whom no one listens to anyway) and things get crazier.
Believe me, I have tried to be the type of mom who is calm and composed, who can smile and get things done, but….
So, this morning, it was business as usual and the usual yelling and squabbles were on. There was a hunt on for a school worksheet, the bathroom door was repeatedly knocked-on and…you get the drift.
In my sternest voice, I had issued a deadline to my son. When I went to check on him ten minutes later, I was on the boil. He was standing on the balcony, without a care in the world. His face was turned to the Sun, with a smile. He stretched like a cat and closed his eyes and looked up at the sky. He moved his neck from side to side, touched the hibiscus plant, stretched some more and watched the birds and trees.
The yell that was about to erupt from my throat stopped midway, as I saw his smile. He was at peace, and enjoying a few minutes of quiet with nature, a few minutes where he probably dreamt of nice things.
Who was I to take those precious joys away? I felt calm and walked away. Surprisingly, my son was ready on time.
What’s the rush? Maybe there’s a lesson in here somewhere that I have to learn.