Rushing through life

From before we’re even conceived, life in the mainstream is a constant, and usually unrelenting rush.
We rush to conceive a child and stress when it doesn’t happen straight away.
We rush to seek medical intervention to help us conceive.
We rush through the pregnancy, wishing the last weeks away and seeking induction (natural and artificial) at any opportunity.
We rush through labour, whether on our care providers time-limit or our own.
We rush through the early weeks, feeling anxiety at any hiccup with feeding or sleeping.
We rush our babies to crawl, walk, talk, teethe at the ages they’re ‘expected’ to.
We rush our toddlers into the care of others so we can return to our ‘own lives’ or regain financial freedom.
We rush our 5 year olds off to school 5 days a week and then worry that they aren’t ‘up to scratch’.
We rush our 6 year olds to read, write and multiply when all they want to do is play.
We rush our children through homework and extracurricular activities most nights of the week as well as weekends.
We rush them out the door every morning, hurrying them along to get dressed and move away from the mirror.
We rush them off to an after school job so they can fund their own consumerism.
We rush them off to University so they can make as much money as possible.
They rush to find a life partner, and the cycle begins again.

Unrelenting rushing through life. Where is the time to breathe? Where is the time to reconnect? Where is the time to be HAPPY?

I know *I* am sick of rushing. As I rub my swelling belly and look forward to a long and lazy summer at home with my babes, I look forward to being ‘still’. To drinking in summer days, meeting my bellybabe when she’s ready, and watching the never-ending journey of learning my precious boys are on. To knowing we have nowhere to be and no need to rush for at least the next year, and hopefully many more after that.

What about you?

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Athena
    Nov 28, 2011 @ 01:21:10

    I love this post so much, L. Whenever I start to freak out about things getting done, I remember this post and take a deep breath. Thank-you xoxo


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