As I walked my youngest son to school last week, meandering at a pace of we-get-there-when-we-get-there, my mind started to reflect on how different this was compared to when I walked my older children to school. My younger years were filled with strict time schedules, and I, like a drill sergeant, made sure nobody deviated from those schedules. With the amount of children I had in my house at the time, being strict was the only way I could see to keep some semblance of control on the chaos, but the comparison filled me with regret anyway. To live without any regrets is impossible. We can only act and do as well as we understand at the moment. And since learning is a lifelong endeavor, we will inevitably discover better ways to do things. I am still very much a be-on-time kind of gal, but rather than leave myself only the exact minutes it takes to get there on time, we leave fifteen and sometimes even twenty minutes earlier. Time we use to shoot hoops in passing neighbor’s driveways and just enjoy each other’s company. Ah…a much better way indeed.
Janelle Evans, Author
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