The pace of life

Ever heard the phrase "herding cats?" For cat owners out there it probably conjures up a pretty strong visual. I know I giggle when I picture the many times I've tried to "herd" Hudson or Maggie around the house. It's like they have reverse radar!

Guess what...same goes for toddlers.

I'm known for being a fairly fast-paced individual. Some might call it Type A. I prefer to think of it as productive. Maybe it's nervous energy...who knows. Needless to say, having a baby made me really evaluate my patience level. In some ways it causes you to slam on the brakes. On the other hand, you learn to multi-task like never before.

It's amazing to me how I can spend every single waking minute of the day doing "stuff." Ryan, on the other hand, can spend five minutes studying a crack in the sidewalk. Nevermind climbing the stairs or getting dressed in the morning. Despite having read many times that as a parent I should foster my child's imagination by letting him 'discover' life at his own pace, I still find myself telling Ryan we need to, "hurry it up, buddy" with such a level of frequency that I wonder if I'm setting him up to have the same inability to enjoy the slower pace of life that I suffer from.

These days we're struggling a bit with listening (or, rather, not listening), but deep down I know I won't be entirely upset if my 'hurry ups' go unanswered. The little man has plenty of years ahead where things will move at lightning speed.