Enjoying the Ride (Even When the Wheels Are Coming Off)

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March 6, 2012 by themommahen


I ruminate a lot on “the moment,” and find myself in an ongoing struggle to stay where I am versus letting my mind wander or allowing myself to be distracted. Simply put, I don’t want to miss anything. So much so, that sometimes the pressure I put on myself to enjoy the moment comes dangerously close to sucking the life out of the moment I’m in. Or I go to the other extreme where I don’t plan ahead for something I know I should (like supper) but would rather continue doing what I’m doing.

I’m certainly not the only one who struggles with this. One of my very good (and super talented) friends wrote this angry letter to The Moment. Many of my mom friends posted this article about not wanting to be told to carpe diem one more time. And it’s not unique to parents. Seems like almost everyone is trying to walk the fine line between keeping their eyes on the destination while taking time to enjoy the scenery, simultaneously doing both without running off the road. So here we are, hurtling through time and space, white-knuckled as we navigate our paths through serene valleys, treacherous peaks and everything in between while juggling our responsibilities with our dreams.

When all we really have to do is be. Live and hope and dream and remember. Move forward, stand still, look back. Use caution, be spontaneous, do nothing. Just as there is more than one way to get from Point A to Point B, there are very few truly wrong answers in life. Some ways are just more enjoyable than others.

Leave it to a six-year-old to make it simple. After losing her second tooth by pulling it herself (something I never did myself as a child) Hatchling #1, without any fanfare, came downstairs the next morning after finding her reward from the Tooth Fairy, and wrote this note to herself.


Don’t forget the day when I pulled my own tooth out.

To remind her of the moment when. And then she moved on and got ready for school, with me almost tearfully celebrating this lesson she taught me.

Until we went outside and discovered the flat tire, upon which point in time I forgot the lesson completely and lost my mind for a minute and had to put myself in Mommy Timeout. But it was the Hatchlings who brought me back.

“Don’t worry, Mommy. We can just go watch some TV while the man fixes our tire!” said H#2

“And you can write me a note so the school knows why I’m late. You can’t help it if you have a flat tire!” said H#1.

So we had an extra two hours together that morning that we wouldn’t ordinarily have had together. It almost makes me forget about the $250 it cost. Almost.

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