Not too long ago, I caught myself ranting and raving as I rushed my kids out the door to get somewhere on time. Feeling really angry and impatient, I knew my "hurry-up's" were getting louder and louder and I could feel my teeth clenching as I became more and more frustrated. As my littlest one scurried through the door, he looked up at me and what I saw stopped me cold. My child's eyes were filled with fear. You'd have thought he'd seen a monster. And I was that monster!
The very next morning, I decided to try something new. I promised myself that I would not say the words "hurry-up" for an entire day. My husband was out of town so I was on my own. But I was determined to conquer the hurry-up monster once and for all. Here's what happened:
6:30 a.m. In preparation for the battle ahead, I memorize Proverbs 10:19, "When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise."
6:45 a.m. Time to wake the kids. Singing and smiling, I pull their covers down and tempt them with talk of Fruit Loops and cinnamon toast.
7:00 a.m. I head back to check the kids' progress. They're playing with toys and still in their pajamas. Fruit Loops are soggy and soaking in a sea of pink milk. Toast is cold. Already, I have to bite my tongue as the words "hurry-up" try to escape my lips.
7:45 a.m. Time to head out the door. All three boys are fed and mostly dressed. The little ones don't have their shoes on, but I decide to come home after dropping the 8-year-old at school instead of running our usual errands, so bare feet will be okay. I think I can win this battle if I do as little as possible today. Using my sweetest tone of voice, I tell the boys, "I'm getting in the car."1