On the rare occasion that my mom and I fight (wink wink),there is often one, if not more, pauses.
We're big pausers.
It usually goes like:
yell shout yeellllllll
I'M GETTING TOO MAD I NEED TO TAKE A BREAK
And then I (because it's usually me who needs to pause) storm off and
b) think of evil comebacks.
And while I sit there trying to think about why this is such a big deal (clue: 98.99% of the time it's not), my mom comes in peace and we try to figure out where our communication went wrong.
In a calm(ish) manner.
Sometimes we take more pauses, sometimes we don't.
You know what I realized about this?
It's really hard to hit the pause button in real life.
Almost every day someone asks me for a detailed power-point of the next ten years of my life. Usually I respond with one of my three canned answers.
And every time, I'm subtly reminded that I don't know what-the-heck I'm going to do.
Which is fine.
But I just want to pause this whole stupid growing-up thing!
I don't want to take the SAT on Saturday.
I don't want to make a list of collages to visit.
I don't want to be responsible and grow up schedule my own appointments.
I don't want to face conflict on my own!
But as much as I'd like it, there are no pauses in life.
We can stop, think and take a walk, but the clock keeps ticking.
The music keeps playing.
And there are no pauses.
"You mean to say that you wrote this just to tell me that the world keeps spinning and just to keep freaking out?!?!?!?"
But I also want to remind you (and me) that we don't know the plot.
We don't design the timeline.
And He knows when we need time-outs better than we do.
So before you keep yelling, take a breath.
Because he's got it.
He's got you.