Ideas and thoughts keep rushing in like unruly children scampering for attention. “Calm down!” I screamed like a stressed-out mum. I felt like the old woman who lived in a shoe. “Now! Now! Now!” they all chorus in unison. “I can’t attend to you now,” I plead and negotiated a better time. I agree to write a heading or point for each idea and thought, promising to attend to them later when I have the time.
I wonder though, will they still need me in the same manner when I have the time? Will the urgency still be there? Will the essence be diluted? Will the train of thought be lost? Will I still remember what they wanted? Will they still remember what they wanted? Will it matter anyway? Will they care? Will the thoughts and ideas have flown the nest like grown-up children? Will they come back? Or are they gone for good?
God, help me! I pray, give me the strength to be the available ‘mother’ to the thoughts and ideas, and give me the grace to attend to the ‘now’ needs. Give me the wisdom to discern between the important and unimportant thoughts, the urgent and not so urgent ones. As some go and never come back or when they do come back, it is not with the same gusto, the energy is flat and the demand limp, let me strike while the iron is hot and the blade is sharp.
Beautiful Ivory 