The "Right" Time

A lot of emphasis is put on doing things at the “right” time. 

  • Your significant other breaks up with you and says, “It’s all in timing, maybe if we had met a few years ago…”
  •  You discuss with your  spouse about having a baby and you decide to wait a year or two after getting married, because then it will be the right time.
  •  You choose not to move out of your house because the market isn’t good, it is just not the right time.  
  •  You put off going back to school because it is just isn’t the right time, you are too busy.
  • You go to Disney World when the kids are old enough to remember the rides, because that seems like the right time to go. 
  •  Your child isn’t walking/talking/eating/sitting up/smiling yet, and you are told, he is just not ready, it isn’t his time yet.
  •  I’ll go back to work when he or she is_____(fill in age) because then it will be the right time.

Recently this last one has been swirling around in my already full head (not full of smarts, full of entirely too many thoughts).  My last few weeks have been filled with mixed emotions.  One minute I am talking a mile a minute to a fellow co worker about our class this year and feeling the excitement and jittery nerves that come with planning for the school year. The next  minute I am sitting slack jawed watching Evan as he stacks almost five blocks on his
own and reveling in his progress and how much I adore him.  Of course in that minute, I am struck with the realization that my face to face time with him will be less come September.  And sometimes that realization just feels wistful and sort of sad, but sometimes it feels overwhelming and like a brick is sitting on my chest.
 I know, yikes.
This coming from the girl who sat holding a newborn baby in July 2011 and could not possibly imagine wanting to be a stay at home mom for very long at all. Sigh…..if I could just talk some sense into that girl.
Anyway……what I am getting at is this. 

Up, up, and away!

Evan will be going to an public preschool when he turns three.  It is inclusive, meaning that he will be with students with and without special needs.  He is already eligible for the program because of his enrollment in the early intervention program.  Even if I was able to stay home another year, fast forward to the month before he goes to preschool, and I can almost guarantee I would have be having the same feelings. Fast forward two years to when he goes to kindergarten. Same feelings. Fast forward to the summer before seventh grade when he is going into the junior high school. 
Yup, you guessed it.

 Ditto.
The “right” time is sort an illusion.  A concept to help us feel like we are making the right decision. Ugh, that word right just keeps coming up.
It would be awesome if there was a test you could take to tell you it was the right time to do something.  
Kind of like in YM magazine. “Are you made for each other?” “Are you more romantic or athletic?” “Are you ready for a boyfriend?” 
Man I loved those quizzes. They even had an issue that was ALL quizzes. But I digress…..

Maybe Julia should have taken a quiz before deciding on this haircut.


The point is, there is no litmus test to tell us when the right time is for any decision, change, of life event. So for me, it is just a matter of taking a deep breath, keeping the faith, and making the leap.  And I need to keep in mind that there are MANY others who have taken this same leap and landed quite nicely on the other side. I have plenty of people holding a safety net for me when I take these leaps. Lucky gal, I am.  

About to take a leap

Stumbling a bit, but I got right back up again.


 Disclaimer: Those pictures were actually a reenactment. We were trying to reenact the opening scene of The Sound of Music where Maria spins in a circle filled with hope and glee. We were visiting the Trapp Family Lodge in Vermont. I don’t want you to think I put copyrighted material on the blog since it looks so authentic.

🙂 

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