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Kelly: Moments that Take My Breath Away

“Life’s not the breath you take, the breathing in and out,
That gets you through the day, ain’t what it’s all about,
You might just miss the point trying to win the race.
Life’s not the breath you take, but the moments that take your breath away.”
~ George Strait
 
I had one of those mornings yesterday. Frustrated over continuing dizziness, very concerned about my upcoming two-and-a-half-hour flight to New York City because of said dizziness, FTS-ing and facing a very messy house that my girls apparently think is cleaned by the cleaning fairy (yes, they actually said that), I snapped at my girls. And I mean really snapped…one of those had-to-stop-myself-from-throwing-something-very-large-across-the-room snaps. This happens pretty rarely as, thankfully, I’m usually pretty easy-going, but when it does happen, I must be making up for all the times it doesn’t happen! So, yep, there you have it; I may not share my down moments much (my blog is called Artful Happiness after all), but my life and I are far from perfect.
 
A bit later, after DH and the girls cleaned up and headed to the park to give me some space, I headed to the grocery store, heard this song on the radio for the first time, and drove across the bridge with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t wait for my girls to get home from the park so I could hug them. This little face and this little face, they bring the moments that take my breath away, and make the moments that make me want to snap pretty pointless. I’ll do my best to remember that the next time I want to throw a stair basket stuffed full of clothes, shoes and half-empty cracker wrappers across the room.
 
…and in case you were wondering, FTS is the Southern version of PMS. Bonus to the first of you who knows what it stands for!
 
[Cross-posted from Artful Happiness]
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  1. elizabeth #

    oh … those half empty cracker wrappers are brutal!!! and breed crumbs like rabbits …. i feel your pain …..

    and fts ….. in my world, the t stands for that …. and the other two letters are for unmentionalbles ….

    July 21, 2010
  2. It doesn’t do any damage to yell at them. They forget faster than you do. Years ago my son was pestering me while I was on a ladder hanging up curtains. He went on and on. I could not get down and in a fit of rage I swung the curtain rod at him and hit him in the side. The damage I did was negligible. He fussed, went to the neighbor and complained and I felt terrible. Today, as a grown man we still laugh about the incident.

    July 21, 2010
  3. dying to know what “FTS” means!

    I remember a time very recently where I had a “freak out” of similar proportions. I try so hard (as you do I KNOW) to roll with things, truly understanding the meaning behind the words in the song. But fatigue and stress catch up sometimes…THANK GOD mostly these things are alleviated with our crafty ventures!

    July 22, 2010
  4. I so appreciate your honesty. It hurts to feel like you didn’t live up to your own expectations — but how can any of us always make that high jump, every time? It’s impossible.

    I only wish that I didn’t have such a large inventory of things to feel guilty about. I probably carry around enough guilt for 10 people.

    Let go, turn to the present moment. Judging — judging yourself — doesn’t help.

    (This is all actually a comment to myself, not to you, Kelly — if you couldn’t tell!)

    July 22, 2010
  5. we’ve all been there, and it’s best to just breathe it out and give yourself some space, just like you did.

    it also helps to share it like this, so you know you are not the only mother with less than perfect moments.

    July 23, 2010
  6. thanks for the commiseration ladies. sorry it took me so long to chime in. i’ve been in nyc with my students.

    and robin….you know what PMS is. the Southern version of that is “fixin’ to start”. 😉

    July 26, 2010

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