Katie R. Hurst

I am a watcher of time. Being on time means being late to me. I like things orderly and on time. Precision makes me very, very happy. As it turns out being the mom to kids who have special needs doesn't really work out that well with this whole little quirk of mine.  And I get frustrated.  Why is it so hard to move quickly? People, people, step to it.  I am being taught some difficult lessons right now and this is one of them.  Perhaps, just maybe, the world moves too quickly and we have bought into it. Appointment to appointment. Checklist item to checklist item. Where is the time to slow down and savor each small, momentary success? Do we even enjoy this race we are so determined to win?  We live in a world where being slow is frowned upon and speeding up is a sign of your character. Go.Go.Go. These thoughts have been running through my head since last week.  I had reached out to hold my daughter's hand and take her to play in the yard