Friday, October 12, 2012

The Race of My Life

My Five Minute Friday on: Race

The red numbers on my bedside alarm clock read seven-thirty. The sun has already taken its position in the morning sky.

We are late already.

I wake sleepyhead from the sandman's grasp. Sound my directions for getting dressed. I take breakfast and lunch orders.

Me and my fuzzy slippers, we shuffle to the kitchen. Packing lunch. Finding a bowl, a spoon for their breakfast.

My eyes darting to the microwave clock. It keeps marching forward. We are racing against time.

Shoes on, teeth brushed, school bags packed…

We jump in Mommy's white school bus, our caravan. Off we go. Dropped off with 5 minutes to spare.

I sigh my relief.

The race begins and ends every day. You would think I'd be fit for it by now. Some days I win, other days it feels like I lose. It's easy to get caught up.

I'm running the race of my life —

remembering at the end,

I may be awarded the Finisher's Medal just from having run the race,

but what matters more,

is how well I ran it.

"Races aren’t always won by those who run fast." —Ecclesiastes 9:11

Linking up with Lisa-Jo today…
Five Minute Friday


Lizzie Branch said...

Loved your post! I think you were in my house this morning...except I had only 2 minutes to spare after drop off. Your descriptive language is warm and welcoming. I was in your kitchen with you and was watching that microwave clock!! Keep writing!

Audra Silva said...

Love this post. I'm familiar with the race to get somewhere on time, and the winning and losing of that race. And you are so right, it's how well we run it. Not so good this morning, as I'm racing it grumpy! Time to check that. :)

Denise said...

Really like this post.

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