Friday, June 1, 2012
She Stops To Smell The Roses
For almost the past four years I have cared for a special needs child in my home. Every time her mother comes to pick her up she stops to smell the roses. At times she will even ask me if I have smelled a particular rose.
I am embarrassed to say that I have never stopped to smell the roses. I'm always "too busy." At times the wind will blow a sweet aroma in my direction but the lure is never enough to make me stop and smell the roses.
The last time I was asked if I had stopped and smelled the roses I froze in my tracks and wondered what made me too busy to enjoy life.
At times life just seems to happen too fast for me. Too often life happens and I forget to cherish the small things like the roses. I need to STOP more often to smell the roses.