Spending Time

This summer I read a book called "The Lost Track of Time" and I LOVED it. Based on a girl who resents her mother's need to schedule every moment, most of the book takes place in an alternate universe where the girl must search for the great Moodler and fight against the clock works.

The book fit right in with my determination to "go with the flow" this summer .... and by "the flow", I mean my 1 year old.

We played. We "fed our fancies" so they could grow and sometimes got carried away on them. We got dirty splashing in the creek and played til the bath water was cold. We borrowed time. We lost track of it. We scheduled time for ourselves.

Amidst a world where we frantically try to save time in the effort to gain an extra minute, Lydia and I spent time instead. And we loved every minute of it.

Now summer has come to an end. My meetings start tomorrow so I was going to get up early and get to my classroom to work. But at 5 something o'clock when Lydia started crying .... I turned off my alarm and we snuggled back to sleep in the recliner.

Clearly not the option that saves time .... arguably not the *best* use of time .... but, oh, for more mornings like this!

Because after all - "Time is not important dear, YOU are."