This thought started when my soon-to-be-a-mom daughter sent me this article to read. I think you'll enjoy it if you go to
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html. It's a Stay At Home Moms site, but it applies to teaching too. I feel this way during the school year. And when summer comes around and I can get so many things done and have some extra time, I think, "Hey, what's so hard about this? There's plenty of time to get to the bank right after school. Why don't I feel like I have enough time during the school year? I'll be better at it this year. I'll come home, put in a wash, change the sheets, make supper, watch a tv show...there should be time." But there never is.
There's
No time
Like the present
There is no other time
As those two hands
Push us forward
Never mind
That our heels
Are dug
Into the ground
Trying to
Slow us down
The only time
We have is now
And when we fill it up
It cannot overflow
Into the future
Nor spill back
Into the past
It can only
Get bottled up
And make us bulge
And perhaps explode
When we try
To put in more
Than it will hold
And so with
Jobs and chores
And kids and sleep
The time is filled
Up to its brim
Unless we keep
A bit of room
Before the rim
The bit of foam
At the top
Time to spend
On ourselves
But in the end
It fizzles out
And we go about
Getting a fresh cup
To start a new day
Maybe the cup
Will be bigger
Maybe it will
Hold more
Maybe it will
Fill more
S-l-o-w-l-y
But I think
The cups
Are getting
Smaller
And the
Fill is
Getting
Faster
