What Is Holding The Line Up?

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I’ve had this issue with a parent in the drop off line—he is always delayed in getting the kid out of the car but he is always in the first spot so he always holds up the entire line.  Today he got out of the car early and I watched him.  It turns out this man wasn’t the father of this child—he is the grandfather.  His son works at the school and that is the parent of the child.  They started signing with each other. The man who had been holding up the line is deaf.  Everything instantly clicked.  I had been impatient yet again—my biggest fault—and I didn’t allow the space for this person.  He was doing his absolute best, helping out by getting his grandson to school and I found myself annoyed because he kept getting in the way.  The reality is, he was making sure he did what he could to get his grandson to school on time.

Yes, it was another does of humility and a lesson in patience and I am grateful for it.  I am so fortunate to have witnessed this patience and the love this family has for each other.  It got me thinking about all of the other things I am so fortunate to witness, all of the love and the humanity.  I preach remembering our humanity all the time and I find myself forgetting it because I hold myself up to some ridiculous standard of what I need to do to be worthy and if someone gets in my way, I get impatient.  I still have the tendency to fear losing the things I want over the greater good.  It’s important to take the time to remember what we have to be grateful for.  I am grateful for the continued opportunity to remember to be grateful.  To be humble.

The plans of the universe are far greater than our own and I really needed to remember that.  I’ve created impatience in my own life, as if punctuality is a key marker of a good person.  I mean, don’t intentionally be rude or get in the way to make people late because that makes you an asshole, but I need to have grace for people who do their best and life just happens.  THAT is a different story.  Creating space for that allows the same space for me.  The world will not end if I’m a couple minutes late signing back into work.  And the truth is, I don’t want my kid to continue to witness my impatience because I see him losing patience with himself too.  I want to enjoy life and, more importantly, I want my kid to enjoy it as well. 

Life happens in the little moments.  In the moments we think we are waiting for something, that is when life is happening.  That is the time when we need to be attentive to what is actually happening and remember the little things that make life so important.  It isn’t in the accomplishments or the big achievements.  It is in the little things that show love—like a grandfather taking his grandson to school and making sure he gets there on time.  It is in feeling love.  I want to examine that in more detail in my next piece, but I want to make sure that we all understand how easy it is to forget what beauty is.  Jen Pastilloff talks about finding beauty in everything, and seeing this simple act between father/son/grandfather made me think about the beauty of life in general.  We can find it anywhere if we look.

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