I need an extra hour in my day. Maybe two. Actually, maybe 24. Imagine what I could do with a whole extra day….
These are the things I am thinking as I step out of the grocery store and into the late afternoon sunlight. Between staying on top of the happenings at my daughter’s school, the constant demands of work, and the general business of life, it feels like I don’t have any moments to spare. Manifesting time seems like the only solution even though I know it’s completely out of the question.
I slip on my sunglasses as I head toward my car. Ahead of me, an older gentleman makes his way across the parking lot. Since I’m hurrying and he is walking much slower than I am, it doesn’t take long before I find myself beside him.
“Are those high heels I hear?” he asks. He stops walking and turns his head down toward the sound.
I stop for a second and look down at my feet. Two black triangles peek out from the bottom of my jeans. “I like how tall I feel when I wear them,” I say, as I lift my gaze to meet his. The two inches they add to my height put me shoulder to shoulder with him.
“I like the way they sound. Clip clop. Clip clop.” He gently stomps his feet as he says this.
“Me too,” I agree as I smile. His kind eyes have a faraway look in them, as if he is remembering something.
“My wife,” he starts to say, but his voice trails off. He blinks, but when his eyes open, it seems as if the memories are still there. Although the yogurt in my bag is getting warm and I have a hundred other things I could be doing, I decide to stay for a moment. I remove my sunglasses, a silent acknowledgement that I want to know more.
“My wife,” he says again, his face lighting up as he realizes I’m willing to listen. “She used to wear high heels all the time, and I remember she’d wear them when we went dancing. She was so tiny she fit perfectly inside my arms. The best times of my life were spent with her, laughing and dancing and listening to the sound of her heels as they tapped across the floor.”
This man’s face holds only happiness as he continues to remember her. People make their way past us and cars drive around us, but as we talk for a few minutes more, I’m able to drown out the noise and the tiny — and now insignificant — voice in my head telling me I have other things to do. As I finally move to leave, he places his hand on my shoulder. He thanks me for taking the time to listen to a story of an old man who loved a woman more than anything else in the world, and then he points down at my feet. “I wish my wife and I would have had more time together, but those shoes helped bring her back. Thank you for helping me remember.”
My interaction with this stranger stays with me as I go about my day. I think about how I would have missed sharing in that special moment had I decided that I truly didn’t have any extra minutes to spare.
* * *
It is still with me as the week continues and on into Wednesday as I sit patiently in a church pew, gently tapping those same high heels against old, worn-out green carpet. I am waiting for the church service to begin that my daughter’s Kindergarten class is putting on that morning. My daughter, Zoey, had been selected to read the Prayers of the Faithful at the mass, and she had spent the past few weeks eagerly learning the words and diligently practicing her lines. I hadn’t been able to figure out what she was more excited about: the fact that she had a part or the fact that I would be there watching her. It was during a time I was supposed to be at work, and although I had a few deadlines, nothing was so pressing that I couldn’t take the time to show up and support her.
Zoey finally turns around and sees me, and she asks the teacher if she can say hi. Her teacher nods, and Zoey runs up to me. I quickly wrap her up in a hug. “You’re going to do great, peanut,” I say.
“I know,” she agrees. “I’m not even nervous.”
We share a quiet hi-five, and I tell her to get back up to where her class is sitting. She starts to head back but then turns around after a few steps. “I’m so glad you could be here,” she says.
I couldn’t agree with her more.
* * *
The priest has stepped out into the church and is mingling among the rows as he gives his homily. He engages Zoey’s class in a set of questions, and since we are still celebrating Easter, they are centered around its central themes of life and death and resurrection. At one point he asks the children where heaven is. After a few serious answers and a few that make us all chuckle — including one that involves the planet Mars — he tells us all to look around at one another.
“We don’t have to wait until the end of our lives to experience heaven. It’s here in our days and in the people around us. It’s right now.”
I watch Zoey turn around, her eyes searching for me. When our gazes connect, her face lights up. She lifts her little arm and points to me, and I watch her tiny mouth say the words, “Yes. You. Heaven.”
* * *
My eyes and my heart are still full moments later. Zoey stands behind the podium, reading her prayers with such confidence. She is poised and articulate. To say I am proud would be an understatement.
As she finishes up her prayers and the mass starts to wrap up, I realize I am also proud of myself. Because this week, instead of hurrying through my days, just trying to check one more thing off my list, I took the time to slow down. By doing this, my time had became more memorable, more intentional, and more special because it had been shared with others: I slowed down for a few minutes to listen to the beautiful story of a woman who wore high heels and loved to dance with her husband. I slowed down to see my 5-year-old daughter’s bravery as she prayed — her voice unwavering — in front of hundreds of people. And I slowed down long enough to be reminded of exactly why appreciating the time that we have is so very important:
One day, it will all be gone, so we better use it wisely.
As hard as I try — and even though writing this Everyday Nostalgia series has changed so many of the things I do — I often find that I don’t spend my time as wisely as I should. I think most people feel the same way. Perhaps we should look at it differently: if our time — the time we have in our lives right now — is all that we have, we better use it the best that we can.
* * *
How will you spend the precious gift of time you have been given?
Will you spend it with your eyes shielded and your head down? Blindly moving through life, asleep at the wheel and shutting out the world because you don’t have any time to spare? Or will you wake up and open your eyes and start accepting that the gift of time is one of the most valuable gifts we have?
Let’s start taking our time back. Let’s take the time to experience the gifts in our lives. Let’s take the time to show up, to slow down, to stay, to listen, and to share. Let’s take the time to experience the wonder of it all.
Because we all have a few spare moments for that.
Week 16 Suggested Viewing
Simon & Garfunkel’s is a classic, timeless song that has been treasured by many generations. Though it clocks in at a mere one minute and fifty-eight seconds, its lyrics sing lasting reminders about the importance of treasuring our time and noticing life’s preciousness.
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last…
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you
All is groovy
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So very, very uplifting and beautifully-communicated….reads like a warm, late-night summer breeze (my favourite breeze of all)….thanks for sharing 🙂
I’m so glad you liked it! 🙂 As always, thank you for your lovely, kind words.
I adore everything about this Nikki. As you knew I would! 😉. Thank you for taking the time with the old man. It was a reward for you as well as him. 👍. And to see your daughter point to you as heaven .. well it just doesn’t get any better does it??!!❤️
Thank you! So glad you liked the post. 🙂
Thank you! And you are right- it doesn’t get any better. 🙂
My heart was full of joy reading this… How sweet you were to that gentleman…. Little moments like this are all that matter….
My heart has been full of joy all week. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed the post!
Beautiful post. I recently completed a book that put things into perspective once again, reminding me to use each day wisely. The quote that really hit home “Seventy years of days adds up to 25,550 days. An average lifespan. A single Mason jar can hold 25,550 kernels of wheat. So few, when you really think about it. What will you do with the remainder of your 25,550 days?”
Yes that really does hit home. What was the book?
Reblogged this on Brainy Versatility.
Thank you for the reblog!!
Time is so precious! Thank u for sharing your real moment and thoughts. People get so busy with life they sometimes forget to reflect and enjoy the little things..moments.
Hopefully our blog will inspire others to live in the moment and take time to enjoy them, so in 20 years, the nostalgia they feel will be positive and happy!
That’s a beautiful story of the gentlemen telling you about his late wife. And I’m glad you were able to experience that moment with your daughter too. It’s often the little things.
-Lauren
I’m so glad I made the time to experience and appreciate these little moments. 🙂 Thanks for reading!
I feel like I’m always learning from others when I’m out and about. It is always such great conversation starters with my kids when they start asking questions after hearing a conversation or seeing a moment that has taken place with nonverbal communication.
Yes! It’s up to us to teach our kiddos to observe, experience, analyze, wonder, think, and love the little moments in life!
What a sweet story with the older gentleman. I am trying to use my time more intentionally for family and friends!
Family and friends–and even strangers–deserve our thoughtful, intentional time!
I teared up reading about the elderly man. So special that you gave him a moment to talk. It truly is the little things we do day in and day out that make for an amazing life. <3
I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. My Everyday Nostalgia journey is making every day and and every week special. So happy to be able to share it with others!
Wow! What a moving post. You are an excellent writer and I loved everything about this. I will slow down today and take a little more time to notice something new.
Thank you for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
DEFINITELY couldn’t agree more! I know I am at fault for this. I go through life way too fast most days and my prayer has changed lately. I am asking to enjoy the moments. I don’t want to be a stress mommy trying to get everything done on my todo list, but a mommy who enjoys her babies more and worries less about the time!
Time is the most valuable thing we have, and so often we give it away freely and without even thinking about its value! Worry and stress can easily suck away time and happiness. “Worry [and stress] never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.”– Leo F. Buscaglia
I LOVE THIS!!!!
I just wore high heels today for the first time in forever, and the in itself will slow you down! I love the story about the elderly man. Slow living is something we can really learn from the seasoned. Your writing is beautiful, I enjoyed it!
Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. 🙂
You are such a wonderful story teller. Love this post.
Thank you so very much! I love to share my thoughts and experiences in the hope it helps others!
loved this post – thanks for the reminder <3
Thank you for reading and so very glad you enjoyed it!
That encounter with the old man has really resonated with me for some reason. I’ve recently tried to be more present and stories like that are examples of the joy we can experience by being present and engaging with others. Lovely post!
Thank you so very much! Being really present can really change your perspective. 🙂
This is such a heartfelt post! I love the story of the man I the beginning. What a wonderful reminder to take time and be present with our loved ones. What a proud moment as a momma to watch your daughter in church! Bless you!
Thank you! I am so very proud of Zoey!
I hear ya! I always feel like i need just a few more hours. Both for more sleep and more personal time and more exercise time and more work time.
It’s too bad we can’t create more time! But I guess that’s why the quality of the time we spend with others (and with ourselves) matters so much!
Your story about the old man and his wife made me cry. I loved your post!
I’m glad the story touched you. It touched me as it was happening. 🙂 Thanks for reading!
Thank you for your uplifting blog!!
You are so welcome! Thank you for reading it!
What a wonderful story about listening to that sweet man – a great reminder to slow down for sure. Thank you for sharing!
Your post sincerely brought tears to my eyes. How often do we all wish for more time but really, would it ever be enough? We are so caught up in our stuff and life that we often find ourselves go, go, go and not stopping to observe the little things or those moments that take our breath away. I find myself especially on weekends when I’m out pet sitting wanting to just talk to people out and about. And I visit retirement homes and I tell you, you truly make someone’s day just by talking to them. Little things mean the most, don’t they? The story of you talking to that man is simply and truly beautiful.
And this: “We don’t have to wait until the end of our lives to experience heaven. It’s here in our days and in the people around us. It’s right now.” <— That is pure gold right there.
<3
This is so much nicer than the usual “slow down or you’ll miss it” reminders. Your daughter clearly knows what’s important in life – well done there!
Oh, my goodness… this post is so lovely <3 Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful words and thoughts here. I'm so glad you stopped for that older gentleman and that the sound of your high heels brought back such fond memories of his wife. That one really brought tears to my eyes. And your daughter thanking you for showing up and spending time to watch her… and then pointing to you after what the priest had said about heaven. Le sigh. This is all so beautiful and touching. Thank you. Also that is one of my favorites, the Simon and Garfunkle song.
XOXO
This post brought tears to my eyes! Thank you for stopping and listening to the man talk about his wife. It sounds like it meant so much to both of you. xo
This just made my heart so happy. I can only imagine how the man felt. How sweet that the sounds brought it all back for him. Such a refreshing reminder!
Love this! And it’s so true. Time is so precious we all could benefit by slowing down and enjoying each moment.
I loved everything about this. Thank you so much for sharing.
Even the most well-intentioned among us can get swept away in thought and miss out on something good. We can’t get everything, of course, but when we find gems like this … it’s worth a cup of yogurt if it comes to it, right?
Just today, a friend asked me to play a card game in the middle of the day. I said yes. I had stuff to do and a tightened schedule, but what the heck? It was fun. I got to talk and play with a couple of friends I needed to catch up with.
And I learned a little about sushi. it’s a long story.
Here’s to you and your dancing shoes, Corey.