It’s
spring now, and we’ve gotten out our Easter decorations.
The
bunnies, chicks, and plastic eggs are fewer these days. The stuffed rabbit that sang about Easter
when you pressed a button on his belly is gone. He is probably gracing the living room of some lucky child whose unlucky
mama brought him home from the thrift store.
We still have plenty to cheer us up while winter hangs out a little
longer.
We
sprang ahead, giving ourselves an extra hour of daylight to do our
outdoor work. Because the air is still
frigid there’s not much outdoor work being done here. The patio furniture is still hiding away, the
grass still sleeping under its hibernation blanket of a fresh almost-layer of
snow, dead leaves and withered, clumpy grass from last summer. The flowers are under there, somewhere.
It
may be spring, but it’s still winter.
We
are still wearing sweaters and boots, hats and gloves, scarves and socks. All the cheery pastels and chocolate eggs
in the world can’t change the temperature and intention of the weather.
We
have to wait. We can’t really speed it
along. We can unearth our flip-flops and
forgo heavy coats for bare arms and legs but we look silly when we can see
piles of snow and our teeth chatter from the cold.
We
are to be patient. The seasonal cycle has
slowed. Cold air doesn’t care about the
calendar. My resolve to weather the
weather is crumbling. I just want it to
be over already. I want to wash up all
our winter gear and stuff it in boxes out of sight.
It
is the same with other things. We rush
our children to grow – why don’t they behave the way we discussed? We wish our spouses would catch up – why
doesn’t he listen to me? We want our
family members and friends to get with the program already – why are they
making the same mistakes?
We
consider that they are not learning.
They are not doing enough. They
are creating their own chaos. They are
making our lives more difficult. Why
can’t they see it?
We
turn our thoughts inward. I am no better
than anybody else. I am the same. Why do I continue to spin my wheels? There is room for me to move forward, do
something different.
In
these minutes, days, weeks, and months of winter’s desert cold, I would do well
to remind myself to be patient. To not
get ahead of myself, the weather, those around me.
Like
the seasons, we all change when we are ready.
It might not be convenient; the weather is not always ready for
flip-flops and egg hunts and daffodils when we are. Likewise, people shift gears when they are
ready.
When
we step out in our spring attire too early, we are hit with the cold and are
sent inside for more layers of protection.
In other cases, getting ahead of ourselves – or others – may be met with
a push back, leading to the realization that we are pushing when it isn’t
appropriate. Relationships suffer; we
grab loved ones’ hands and yell “C’MON!” while they dig in their heels. Sometimes we can motivate them to take
action. Sometimes we are better off
meeting them where they are and joining them in their stroll.
And when the weather outside doesn't seem to want to change, I will stay in, snuggle into my
sweaters and socks, sip my coffee, and be more patient.
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