…You’ve got to make the morning last.
Ahhhh. Attempting to spend this morning unhurried. Instead of partaking in my normal routine of go, go, go & do, do, do, I’m stopping to smell the roses. Why does it seem as though life moves faster the older you get?
I wish I could stop time. Ok, I’d settle for decreasing it’s tempo WAY down. There are so many moments I take a quick snapshot of and they turn into a memory in an instant. Wouldn’t it be something if we could arrange time? Decide how fast or slow it would move? Figure that out, Microsoft or Apple. I’d be one of those people spending the night on the concrete for that release!
My theory is if you have more finer moments in life, you’ll be more apt to enjoy them. If you’re enjoying every second, maybe the minutes and hours won’t seem as short. Take the time to open your eyes and look around. There are ways to stall time, you just have to get creative
Not that it’s a bad thing, but I’m feeling “old”. I’m having trouble understanding the ways of the world, the entertainment world to be exact. I find people like Lady Gaga and Katy Perry annoying and disturbed. I cringe at the thought of my child listening to the likes of Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus. I am physically and mentally incapable of watching shows such as Yo Gabba Gabba! and Phineas and Ferb. Let’s just face it, Hollywood is a weird place.
We disconnected cable television in our house as another means of cutting back costs. We are so glad we did! It’s amazing how much television rules people’s lives. Sure, it can be used for educational purposes, and we currently do have our digital converter box hooked up to the antenna so we can tune in once in a while. By no means does it dictate my schedule. I don’t have to be home at a certain time to watch a certain show. Entertainment freedom.
We listen to quite a bit of music in this house. When it’s quiet, we find ourselves throwing in a cd or letting music stream from the many music-enabled devices in our home. We do not, will not, and should not listen to bad music. Ever. This includes most of the music on display at the Grammy’s last night. I saw the leftovers via msn.com this morning and could not believe my eyes. Thank goodness my ears were protected! This is no longer music. It’s a freak show.
I didn’t always feel this way. I used to have Oscar parties just to see what everyone was wearing and talk smack. I once was hard wired to New Kids On The Block, drooled over Kirk Cameron and desired to befriend other teen sensations. I watched every reality show known to man. I was young and hip once too, you know! Anyway, I still dabble in frivolousness from time to time. However, as I age, I find it okay to let it go. I have other things I could and should be doing.
I hope I’m not one of those Moms who questions every little like and dislike of my children. From this day forward, I vow to allow. I will allow my kids to listen to whatever they want and to watch whatever they choose. I will draw the line at bad language and weirdness though. I will act as a filter and cover their eyes and ears from the “bad”. Look at it this way, they haven’t seen much, do you really want part of their reality to be bizarre television shows and terrible music? Come on parents, educators & caretakers – we can’t let everything slide. Eventually we will have a problem. There is a fine line between what is acceptable and what is right.
What was so wonderful about the Wizard of Oz? The Land of Oz itself was a pretty scary place. Little “munchkins” dressed very strangely, nasty witches, a scarecrow, a tinman & a lion who can speak. Meanwhile, the good witch endows Dorothy with ruby slippers that are evil so the wickedest witch can torment her in the hours she spends in Oz. All this just to find out she could have avoided the whole saga & gone home since the beginning. How is that wonderful?
How about Snow White? She has to run away from her evil stepmother to avoid her death. Charlie Bucket from the Chocolate Factory? He lives with his old relatives sleeping in one smelly bed together & has to work at age 12 just so he can eat. Cinderella. The Lion King. The Little Mermaid. The list goes on & on. What is with these stories? Isn’t there a completely satisfying children’s story out there that doesn’t contain a struggle to get to the fairytale ending?
On the other hand, maybe these fairy tales resemble real life. Everyone lives through the twists and turns, as in a tornado, in reality. There is always something that gets in your way, like the Wicked Witch of the West, and prevents you from going where you need to be. Similar to The Wizard of Oz, we all have to follow a road to get to our destination. Life isn’t perfect, there are always challenges.
We can only hope that the twists and turns aren’t too curvaceous, that the barriers aren’t too heavy, nor the road too long. Somehow we will all live happily ever after.