Slipping Through My Fingers

I spent the weekend with Mark's mom and sisters. It was a great time and we watched the movie Mama Mia. For those of you not familiar with it, it is a movie made from a musical and all the music is by ABBA. I can't say much for the story line but one scene did catch my attention. The mother in the story is helping her daughter get ready for her wedding and sings this song called "Slipping Through My Fingers". I added it to my play list (it's in the bottom right corner of my blog) if you want to listen to it. I know a few ABBA tunes but had never heard this one. It really made me think about how much I absent mindedly wish away my kids childhoods or maybe it's more me wishing away my time as a "young mother" and I need to knock it off!

One of the lines says: Then when shes gone there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I cant deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go(slipping through my fingers all the time)Well, some of that we did but most we didn't and why I just don't know

Anyway, I'll stop rambling now It's just been on my mind and I'm afraid of that "Melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can't deny." I don't want that to be me.

Anyone out there have any ideas on how to stay grounded? How do you keep them from slipping through your fingers? I mean I know they are going to grow up and I have to let them go but how do I do it without regrets?

Delete

I wish I could declutter my life the way I declutter my email inbox. I just received that dreaded message that my inbox was nearing capacity. So, says I, I guess it's time to clean it out. So I proceed to go to the oldest emails and begin to delete. Some pages I decide to keep one or two, other pages I get the joy of clicking one box and deleting the whole page. I went from 130 messages to 36 what a great feeling. Then I think to myself, "why can't my life be that easy?" Every so often my house could flash a bright red warning, Your house is at 78% capacity. Then I could go around all the clutter gathering areas of the house, look at a piece of mail decide whether I want to keep it, if not say "delete" and it's gone, if so, say "save" and it disappears somewhere that doesn't clutter up my house until I need it again. I really have no problem throwing stuff away. My problem lies in not taking care of it the moment it touches my hands. I guess you'd call it procrastination. Now I know a lot of you very organized people are thinking, "quit whining and get a file cabinet." Well, I have one and a recycling bin but it's not the same and not as much fun. Besides, your email box probably never "nears capacity" either.

Resolutions

Resolutions. That word brings fear and dread to my heart. Actually, I take that back. It all depends on my mood. Today it does. When I'm feeling overwhelmed. When I feel in control and hopeful I love making resolutions. Maybe I should wait...I think I will.