This journal entry is how I felt after having read the post by Dennis about the little old lady's anonymous poem. Please read it if you haven't already. It will touch you!
How fast does life go by?
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Have you ever felt in such a hurry you forgot to
stop and take a deep breath? Have you ever told your children to hurry up you have to be somewhere NOW? This is most American's daily lives
in a nutshell. I feel myself, more and more every day, being this person. Hurry up, come on, don't dawdle! These are things I say often. Way
too often, I hear my words coming out at my five year old who will be watching a butterfly or picking a flower or just smiling at her shadow
on the ground. Now, looking back, I realize, I don't ever notice my shadow. I can't even see funny shapes in the clouds. I barely have time
lately to read to my five year old or listen to the lyrics of some, too loud and annoying, song that my sixteen year old wants me to hear
because it is "the best song in the world, mom!" As I read Dennis' poem by an anonymous old lady about who she was and
what her life had been, I realized, I am way to concerned with time and where I need to be. I should be more concerned with the time I have
and where I am now; the shadows on the ground, the shapes in the clouds and picking flowers. Take time to breath! Take time to love for one
day, you too, may be that old lady(or gentleman) looking back on who you were! Will you remember the butterflies in your life? Now I
will!!!!
