Five More Minutes
Five More Minutes
The too-do list continues to scream at me but messes around the house are pulling at my attention.” Mama”, my brain not registering what was just said. My brain desperately needs a break, a breath, or even five minutes of absolute silence. I’m begging. “Mama” Still not realizing that the tiny human that depends on me, is calling for her mother. My heart starts to race and my body temp starts rising. Is this what we call being overstimulated? Over stimulation is like a radio that’s picking up too many stations at once, with all the noise blending into a chaotic symphony. Lights are flashing, sounds are booming, and every little thing feels so overwhelming and so intense, it’s like drinking from a fire hose. Too much, Too fast, and all at once. Feeling this rush of frustration, it’s like all my senses are being pulled in every direction, unable to find peace. In desperate need of a break, my mind drifts back to my last vacation- a serene escape that brought calm and tranquility. Offering a much needed respite from the chaos.”MAMA” the third time's a charm. Finally break free from my brain’s grasp. I look down to see five little fingers tapping my leg begging my undivided attention. The sound of my daughter’s voice pulls me back to reality. Hidden is a lesson to be learned. These challenging moments are opportunities to practice patience and mindfulness.
As I give her my attention, I remember the importance of embracing the small things. Her laugh, her curiosity, her boundless energy. These are what matter most. She’s my reminder to stop and slow down. There’s nothing better than a hug from those tiny beating hearts we’ve created. When we're all begging for five more minutes whether it’s five more minutes of the kids as babies or it’s when reality gets too suffocating. This feeling is overwhelming, like the walls are closing in on you, your lungs clawing through your throat for air. Your heart pounds twice as hard, working overtime while your body feels frozen in time. All you want to do is scream, but you're trapped in a whirlwind of sensory overload, struggling to find peace.
In the hustle and bustle, life's rapid chase, we often lose sight, getting caught in the race. Yet when we stop, and smell the sweet roses' grace, we build memories and bonds, in every embrace. Cherish those moments, both big and small, for they are the treasures we'll recall. In love and in laughter, our hearts knit together, These are the moments lat last forever.
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