LONGING FOR MORE THAN A NORMAL DAY? READ THIS!

Ever find yourself going through your day and wanting, wishing for something super fabulous to happen that would change your

everyday-regular-old-life

(that is way-too-ordinary)

into something wonderful?

We've all had those moments when we've longed for something more than just a NORMAL DAY. It's probably why the tag-line "Calgone...take me away!" has hung around for so many years...

Well, a short time ago a sweet friend sent me the most amazing snippet of a poem~one that really set my heart to wondering.  I had to let the words sink in for a few days as it so perfectly explains the very thing I was wanting last year when I was out-of-sorts from the accident we were involved in.

 

Here's the shortest version:

I wanted the return of a simple, regular old day...a normal day.

A "pain free" day.

A "productive" day.

or

 "I think I feel-like-eating-food today" day or "I'm going to read a-good-book today" day!

I wanted a "I'm going to plant-flowers-in-my-garden" day...

Maybe a

"my kids are getting on my nerves" day

or

even a day when I felt harried, pressured or was running late.

I would have even taken a "I'm feeling FAT and UGLY today" day!

Anything that would have fallen under the category of "NoRmAL" I would have welcomed back into my life.

Here is the most common version:

You know what I'm talking about!

I know you do!

The kind of day we've all taken for granted so many, many times in our lives.

That is...until we lose them.

Here's the original version:

 

I actually discovered the "poem" was originally part of a two paragraph essay written by Mary Jean Irion back in the 1960's. 

It sure is something to think about, isn't it?

Just an everyday, hectic, crazy, lovely, busy, beautiful, memorable and simple 

NORMAL DAY!

I hope your enjoy yours!

Blessings...

Rebecca

~WHAT'S THE HURRY?~

I usually do my Monday post late in the evening on Sunday.  But, yesterday was a super full day for me and before I knew it the clock was striking midnight and I was done for the day.  I'm sure my exhaustion had SOMETHING to do with the simple fact that I'd cared for my Miss K all weekend  And, if I wasn't entertaining her then I was cleaning up the debris field left by the numerous mini-tornadoes she caused by twirling about in my home...

Anyway, by the time I got her off to school this morning I was more than beat.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I hurried her off to the car and all I could think of was that I looked like Cinderella BEFORE she'd been visited by her Fairy Godmother.   I looked as though I'd been sleeping by the ashes for more than a fortnight...

"HURRY!  HURRY!  HURRY!" and "I should KNOW how to do this by now!" are the two thoughts that came to my mind.

Still...I loved the pleasure of our Miss K's company and the gentleness in which she sings and plays...

I remember well days just like this from back when my two children were growing up.  I'd hurry them out of bed in the morning and then hurry them through their breakfast.  Then I'd hurry them along as they got dressed, brushed their teeth and combed their hair.  All this while I would hurry myself through packing their lunches and backpacks and hurrying to sign numerous permission slips for camp, t-ball or dance...all things I didn't get done because I was too busy hurrying the day before...

Then...as I was hurrying my children out the front gate I'd give them a  hurried hug and hurry them into the car.  Then, before we reached the schoolyard I'd hurry to give each one a kiss before they hurried to slam the car's door.

I'd hurry my way home and hurry my way around my house changing linens, re-making beds and then picking up stuff I'd been in too big of a hurry to put away the night before. Then I'd hurry my way through a cup of hot tea, several loads of laundry and maybe a devotional passage or two (usually though I was in too big a hurry)!

I'd hurry out to get the mail then hurried to write out the bills, walk the dog and water the plants.  Then I would hurry my way back up to the school to pick up the kids and then hurry home to start dinner.  I'd hurry my babes through their homework, hurry them into the bath, through their prayers and into bed.

And then, without me realizing it, it would all start all over again.

What was I trying to achieve with all that rushing and hurrying around anyway?  Hindsight tells me my young life was way out of balance.  If I've learned one thing through successfully raising two amazing kids it is this...

The journey through life is brief..."Our days on earth are like a shadow." (1 Chronicles 29:15 NIV)

(Note:  To Brandon and Adrienne...I MISS YOU! xoxoMom)

Blessings as you slow your pace and enjoy this lovely Monday...

Love to you~