Have you ever said, “Just a minute” to someone who was trying to get your attention? I used to say it all the time, especially to my kids.
One day when my youngest son was about five years old, he responded to my ‘just a minute’ with, “Why do adults make minutes seem like hours?” I stood there looking at him with my mouth opened to say something back, but no words came out.
This little boy was standing patiently in front of me, waiting for my attention. It wasn’t because he was spoiled or demanding, he just wanted to share something with his Mom. But I was busy talking on the phone, or doing the laundry or whatever else was filling my day.
I would love to say that was a light bulb moment for me and I never let that happen again, but that’s not true at all.
Life is made up of moments. Some, we pay attention to and some that we do not. I confess that I still get distracted and miss out on moments that I can’t get back, but I’m working on not having too many of those.
As I am writing this post, it is the last day of summer. Earlier my oldest son and I walked downtown to have lunch together. The sun was out, but there was a distinct fall breeze in the air.
I had a lot of other things I could have been doing. The table has about four bins of photos that I’ve been digging through for my blog. There are dirty dishes in the sink and by the smell in the kitchen, I’m pretty sure the garbage needs to go out. So the pull of perceived have-to’s almost won the moment.
Instead I walked out the door and saw the leaves rustling around in the wind and felt the warm sun on my skin and knew I had made the right choice. We had a nice walk, good conversation and enjoyed lunch together.
I can’t get back any moments that have passed, but I can enjoy the ones I have ahead of me. And maybe I can make those minutes seem like hours.