I woke up last Thursday believing it was actually Friday.
I, like almost every other human being on the planet, love Fridays.
For me, much the same as it is for most working mothers (and fathers) I’m sure, Friday is a welcome precursor to the weekend. It brings the promise of 2 whole days with my children.
Two days of fun and laughter.
Two days of cuddles and quality time.
So you can imagine my disappointment when I realised that Thursday was actually Thursday. I still had another day to go before that precious weekend was within my grasp.
Yearning for the weekend
Counting down to the weekend is not an uncommon occurrence. I value my job, but I value my time with my children more.
I admit to sometimes waking up on Mondays and wishing to be magically teleported forward to the end of the week so that I can have another weekend with my children as soon as possible. My weekends just can’t come quickly enough.
Of course, there are also times on a Saturday or Sunday where I find myself wishing for the swift arrival of my children’s bedtime so that I can get a modicum of peace and quiet after a trying day.
But it was only after reading a post about letting go on the Diary of a Jewellery Lover blog that I realised that by wishing the days away like I sometimes do, I’m actually wishing away my children’s childhood too.
Day after day, my children edge closer to adulthood. As every day passes they need me less and less. It may only be a minute shift each day, but it’s still there, still happening.
Why on earth would I want to speed that up? The months and years seem to be passing far too quickly as it is.
I want to savour my children’s childhood. That doesn’t just mean the quality time I get to spend with them each weekend, it’s about valuing every single day.
I may only get a couple of hours at home with Olivia and William each weekday, but just because it’s brief doesn’t mean it’s not important.
I love coming home in the evenings and being greeted by huge hugs from my children as I walk through the front door. But our mornings and evenings always seem rushed. I long for the weekends when we can play and relax at our own pace.
That changes now.
I need to slow down time, not try to speed it up.
From today, I’m determined to shift my attitude and make the most of each day as it arrives.
I’ve just enjoyed a lovely 2 days with my children, but as I get ready for another full week of work, I’m in no hurry for the next weekend to arrive. I won’t be wishing the days away anymore.
Olivia and William are learning new things every single day and I want to make sure I don’t miss a thing.
Before I know it, they’ll be grown up and won’t need me any more. Not like this.
And that’s something I’m in no hurry to experience.