Waiting in the pick-up line at school. Waiting for piano lessons to be over. Waiting for basketball practice to finish. Waiting for the 4th Grade Cleanup Crew to tidy the classroom when school is over.
Some of this waiting I do alone, reading a book or jotting down a list; some is done with other parents, chatting and catching up on each others’ lives.
However, they’re called the seasons of life for a reason. This season is actually only beginning for me. I foresee a number of years ahead where I’ll be waiting for something or another to be over so we can get on with our day.
So, I can embrace this season or grumble my way through it, wanting to be somewhere else…..why? To get one more thing crossed off my to-do list? To hurry home and fold the laundry? To catch up on my blog reading?
I’m challenging myself to enjoy this season, with its waiting. And just as winter is giving way to spring, so this season of shuttling my children from one location to another has begun in earnest.
How will I know when this season is beginning to fade away? Well, that would be when our oldest child begins driving. And let’s just say that’s a season I’m definitely not ready for yet!!
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